Thresholds

Well, we have once again successfully crossed the treacherous threshold, and passed from the hands of the Oak King safely into the hands of the Holly King.  The night after Halloween I had many dreams of gateways, doors, and thresholds, and woke with a feeling of relief that the state of suspension and tension that seemed to characterize September and October had passed and life was once more on track and following the stately turn of the wheel.  The Holly King's embrace can be chilly, but it is dependable and secure, and he guards the world for us.  It is just at the time of turning, when warmth and light are fading, but winter has not settled in, that seems fragile.  The walls between the worlds seem thin.  Chaotic forces strive to enter our lives; the dark gate for a time opens both ways; all things seem to be wearing masks -- nothing is quite what it seems, for good or ill.  We dance and celebrate our dark natures, and hide behind our own masks, hoping to pass through the passage safely and find our feet again.  By the grace of the Moon, and the goodwill of Oak, Holly, and all strong things, we have done so again, and we are safe.