Days are growing shorter and the nights colder,

and as the equinox approaches,

wild windy wintry days are foreshadowed.

As the abundance of summer dwindles,

we can meet the change in a number of ways.

One part of us would like to mourn its passing,

turning inward in grief and anxiety about the future,

becoming self-absorbed, fretful or melancholic.

There is a pull on the other side as well

to busy ourselves beyond the need to think or feel;

gathering, laying up our winter hoard,

making sure there is enough for me and mine.

Though our wet weather can be dreary,

the promise of frost, the reddening of leaves, and the chill breezes from the Sound

may awaken a touch of the bold adventurer in your blood.

In many lands, and throughout time

some turn toward the stars and mark the seasons passing with festival.

In the story of Michael,

the archangel who lends aid to any bold initiative freely undertaken,

we have a powerful image of Michael defeating the dragon;

a picture of human initiative conquering fear and passivity.

Michael slays the ‘dragon’ of fear;

imagine an intercessor who helps us forge and strengthen the raw

materials of our character and hone them until they hold a finer edge.

As we come together, dressed in festive red,

to celebrate the feast of Michael and the fruits of the harvest,

what seeds of intention will we plant for the new year?

Let us ask, “What needs to be done?”

and then pick up our swords and do it.

Let us watch the sky for the wonder of meteor showers

and imagine the iron in our own blood answering the call,

steeling us for the task of meeting the coming cold, the inevitable grey.

Let us create a picture of courage and struggle against adversity,

of the power of teamwork and sacrifice,

where help is given for the asking