Day 12: Do you work with seasons? Why or why not?
I absolutely work with the seasons. I live in the Midwest. We have very clear seasons, and I love to honor their changes. Even though I live in a major city, we are also an agricultural community as a state, so crops and farmers' yields are very important to me.
The first snow, the first day I have to scrape frost off my car, the first "shorts day," football weather, sweater weather, my first mosquito bite, the first "snow day" when schools close, the first robin, the first daffodil, the corn being "knee high by the fourth of July," my grandparents' peach tree harvest, the apples, the pumpkins, the first tornado warning-all of these events are little mile markers on the road of my life, and thus they are tied to my magic and my spirituality.
Celebrating the passing of the seasons in natural to me because I live in a place with four clear seasons. When I visited Puerto Rico this summer, I did realize that if I relocated there for work, my spirituality and magic would have to change drastically because I experienced the world through a different lens there. Maybe my perception of "seasons" would be based around the possibility of hurricanes. Maybe my craft would be less about harvests and more about the sea. But, where I live now, the seasons are something I work with and experience daily.
I am very tied to the world. I don't think that my life is a rehearsal for an afterlife. I don't really believe in heaven, the Summerland, or other plans of existence at this time. I believe that this world is beautiful and sacred, and I want to gobble up every bit of it while I have the privilege of doing so. Honoring the seasonal cycle of my locale is part of that for me.
(See Allec's 31 Days of Secular Witchcraft for the questions in this series.)
The first snow, the first day I have to scrape frost off my car, the first "shorts day," football weather, sweater weather, my first mosquito bite, the first "snow day" when schools close, the first robin, the first daffodil, the corn being "knee high by the fourth of July," my grandparents' peach tree harvest, the apples, the pumpkins, the first tornado warning-all of these events are little mile markers on the road of my life, and thus they are tied to my magic and my spirituality.
Celebrating the passing of the seasons in natural to me because I live in a place with four clear seasons. When I visited Puerto Rico this summer, I did realize that if I relocated there for work, my spirituality and magic would have to change drastically because I experienced the world through a different lens there. Maybe my perception of "seasons" would be based around the possibility of hurricanes. Maybe my craft would be less about harvests and more about the sea. But, where I live now, the seasons are something I work with and experience daily.
I am very tied to the world. I don't think that my life is a rehearsal for an afterlife. I don't really believe in heaven, the Summerland, or other plans of existence at this time. I believe that this world is beautiful and sacred, and I want to gobble up every bit of it while I have the privilege of doing so. Honoring the seasonal cycle of my locale is part of that for me.
(See Allec's 31 Days of Secular Witchcraft for the questions in this series.)
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