I love this time of year: the turning of the season is very apparent, and the light is beginning to change colour. I prefer the old Celtic word Samhain (pronounced ‘sowen’) to Hallowe’en, but it’s essentially the same thing. I never understand the official delineation of the seasons. Most people tend to think of winter as beginning in December, but actually it begins with Samhain at the end of October. If the Midwinter Solstice (22nd December) is the middle of winter, then, mathematically, the beginning of winter must be approximately six to seven weeks before that, if seasons last for approximately 13 weeks each. I like the dark half of the year; I like its quiet introspection, its tranquillity and its otherworldliness. I like the creatures and challenges that emerge from the dark psyche at this time of year.
As at any changeover point – the meeting of boundaries – things are a little mixed up. Leaves are falling while flowers are still blooming; the wind howls and yet the sun still shines; there is frost in the morning and heat at midday. A bit like the boundaries between waking and sleeping, and between sleeping and dreaming. In dreams it seems that the boundaries have no authority. All things – the living and the dead, the sweet and the bitter, the safe and the dangerous – happily co-exist without a second thought.
The brightly coloured fabrics in the centre were a hand-dyed gift from Sue. The edges here are couched, whipped and stitched: different types of boundary, one against another, one together with another.
Enjoy your weekend, whether you call it Hallowe’en, Samhain or just plain Saturday and Sunday. I’ll be back on Monday.