Well, I saw it last night, right on cue.
The season's first domestic Yule tree.
It was November 7.
Oh, I understand Christmas creep. I understand the thirst for magic. I understand the craving for celebration by those who really only have one holiday.
By my reckoning, we're a little past the midpoint of the Samhain thirtnight. We're still in the season of the ancestors. The big, public rituals and gatherings are over now. This is the quiet part of Samhain, the interiority, the tag-end, the tail: the time to reflect and look within.
And then comes Time Between: what my friend and colleague Magenta Griffith calls “The Fallows.”