It is a time

It is a time of sleeping long and late. Of weird dreams that range far and wide, some unsettling. A time of heavy eyes when waking up.
Energy is lacking yet things get done, many things.
Autumn Equinox is a strange time.
There is that definite swing of the year over to the dark winter side. You can see it happening by the shorter days and even longer nights. It is dark by 7pm now.
You can tell by the colours changing on the leaves and flowers.
Yet, in amongst this there is still the light.
The bounty of fruit and vegetables in abundance. The blood red of the hips and haws in the late sunshine.
So much to celebrate still.
Maybe the heavy sleeps and strange dreams are my own preparations for the winter. Making sense of my harvest and my fruit.
What seeds we planted, in some cases knowingly and with full attendant rituals.But others involuntary and they are also coming to fruition now.And for those not following the same path as us, "supposed" knowing ones, although that is the wrong word . They too will have planted ideas, dreams and hopes. Not in a pagan ritual way but still planted.
Those are now coming to harvest also. Not everyone has positive hopes. Is this why the current state of the world and all around us?
Unscrupulous seeds planted by controlling evil people?
Swine flu, is it natural or test tube made?
Financial crisis - is that all a deliberate media way to control us even further?
All a control mechanism or not?
Why do I fear this world for my children and my grand children?
What are we leaving them with? Will it change?
I suspect not.
Many times Mr Mog and I say we were glad to be born when we were. Will they be?
Pixie Sue blogged about being honest on our blogs and not just writing the good things. She is right, we need to write all that is within us.
Not for anyone else but for our selves. To make sense, if we can, of what is happening.
If someone else gets some comfort or a sense of deja vu from that, knowing that we are all going through similar things, then so be it.