In honor of Halloween, I have opted to re-post a narrative poem I wrote in 2017. The poem itself is a bit darker than I usually write, but it fits right the mood for the season.
Sometimes the different paths we are on, either mundane or magickal, meet up, converge. We may not realize it at the time, thinking that we are keeping our “lives” separate. But then there is one defining moment. A sudden “aha” when we realize we are in the midst of the Convergence of Mundane and Magickal.
Once again we enter the season of contemplation and quiet as the wheel of the year turns to Mabon. This turn ushers in the beginning of the darkest time of the year. And in this dark, we call upon the Goddesses whose realms reside in the shadows. We turn to them in the darkest hours of the night, during the darkest times of our souls. It seems fitting that this small offering be shared once again.