Prepare! (and Give Thanks)

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At this time of year, our ancestors would gather the harvest into root cellars, barns, smoke houses and larders.  They fought against time and the seasons, hoping to get everything put up before the killing frost and the first snow storm. 

This was a great time of community.  Neighbor helping neighbor. Those who had been blessed with plenty, sharing with those who where not able to do as well. There were circles of women knitting, sewing, weaving and creating clothes, blankets and items to keep the family warm during these months. 

When all was done, families gathered together in celebration, but also to offer thanksgiving. Our ancestors saw the autumn as a time when the veil between this world and the next was thin. They knew how quickly Death could come at this time of year, snatching away a field of ripe squash, whisking away a loved one too frail to battle illness.  Gatherings reflected this dichotomy of joy and heartache and fear.

Today, we have commercialized these traditions and rituals.  Meaning has gone the way of frozen food and longer lives. Spiritual abuse has driven many of us away from our indigenous Spiritual Paths.  Yet, deep within our souls, there is a call that wants to be answered. 

How do we answer the call to "Prepare" as well as recognize who to thank?  Go to the ancestors - YOUR ancestors.  What did they do?  When did they do it?  How did they do it? Take from that what touches your soul and heart.  Leave behind that which does not resonate.  If you cannot find tradition or ritual of your ancestors, (Google has so much information, it is difficult not to find something.) then respectfully look at the traditions, rituals of those around you.  Ask YOUR ancestors for guidance.  They are there to help you; listen and open to possibilities that are not obvious or that you might dismiss or overlook.

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May the blessings of this autumn season - food, shelter, warmth - surround you to overflowing.  May you connect to your ancestors, learning from their lives and wisdom.  May your thanks-giving be filled with plenty to share without fear of not having enough.

Namasté!

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