Throughout North America, sunset reaches its earliest time of the year as the sun moves deeper into Sagittarius, and the waxing Sandhill Crane Migration Moon hurries migration time for the last of the birds.
The mornings are often silent now – no birdsong – no cricket song, and into that silence, into the basket of the whole year, gently, instinctively, I place all of the other signs and moons and suns, filling it way over the top with what and whom those phases have nurtured from the beginning.
I fill that ephemeral basket, woven from cycles already gone, with an inventory of things past and disappeared, past and still present and still to come.
I hold in my memory this container of my perceptions, my feelings, longings, so truly without number. They are like the leaves of many shapes and colors and textures and odors that have come down around me in the past weeks, images and sensations that were at one time connected to, attached to, acts and touch, movement and stillness, making sense in their own context once. –
The memories are like leaves which were once attached to branches, making sense together, forming vast communities, great nations producing shade and protection and glory, now loosed and taken from their scaffolding gone to the wind and time like songs that have lost their melodies.
This is Bill Felker with Poor Will’s Almanack. I’ll be back again next week with notes for the first week of late early winter and the third week of the Sandhill Crane Migration Moon, the third week of the sun in Sagittarius AND THE VERY FIRST WEEK OF THE NEW NATURAL YEAR. In the meantime, fill your basket now. Next week, you get a brand new one when the Natural Year begins.
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