Thinking About – Where the Seasons Begin and End

I thought I'd open a can of worms today. Throw a hot potato in. You know, stir it up a bit. I don't normally go there but I think, in truth, there is no one correct answer to this so it really doesn't matter in the end

My name is Damh, and I’m a Sun Worshipper

I admit it. I'm not a fan of our British Winter. It's nice at first at Samhain when the nights draw in - that feeling of being held within the dark embrace of the Crone, and the stillness that allows me to actually stop, remember, and recharge