Well, where to begin? Apollon has begun His tour of the world before He inevitably retires to Hyperborea for the Winter. Persephone has begun Her decent into the Underworld. Winter is on its way, and I have felt the stirrings of the veil between the worlds. The Departed Ones will soon join us once more, in our Autumn celebrations.
What does this season mean to you? In years past, even last year, I met this season with anxiety and foreboding. I was, and am prone to be, stretched too thinly in my attentions at this time of year. But this time around, I have resolved to be less, fervent, shall we say, and instead more present in my life and in the festivals that I celebrate, as they come.
So, the Aegletia this year will be less performative, and more contemplative. It will be for me a family celebration, as it was always meant to be. This is my son’s second Aegletia, and he is at a point of forming memories of our time together with Apollon, so this is very important for our household. It is time for us to be in the spirit of the season, and not outwardly focused.
And I have another reason to feel intensely the turning as it unfolds. It has been five years since Apollon and I exchanged our marriage vows. When we did, He did not tell me for how long we were to be joined, but only that I should enjoy each day as it comes, and welcome Him into the whole of my life. And I have. Earlier this year, however, He told me it was time to renew our vows, this time for another seven years. I knew this was probably coming; for a least a year I had anticipated it. And yet, when I was given the news and the time frame, I just sort of… retreated into myself. I have been putting it off for the better part of the year. Apollon, patient and understanding that He is, only asked me to find myself before making this commitment. To be certain that this is what I want for the next seven years. It’s taken time, but I believe I have worked through my apprehension and that I am now ready for the new commitment.
So, on the second day of Aegletia, when the Treasury welcomes our Lord into our hearths and hearts for the duration of the festival, Apollon and I will once again exchange our vows. New vows this time. Clearer vows. Deeper, more meaningful vows. I won’t lie and say that I am not nervous still, but I am definitely no longer stuck, unable to move forward.
And I’m happy. I usually spend so much time worrying about things– how will I organize the festival, how will I balance my time online with my time with the children, how will I deal with the sheer agony of being separated from Apollon when He has finally left? Not this time. Not this year. This year, I will let myself just be in the season, and in the turning.