Spirituality through the seasons

One of my favorite things about my spirituality is how it changes with the seasons.

In summer, my faith feels light and joyful, like a warm July morning. I feel a sense of clarity and centeredness that only the creative space of summer gives me. I’m happy, Spirit is happy, and our connection reflects that.

In fall, my spirituality feels more raw and visceral. I feel my ancestral roots tying me to the earth as I celebrate Samhain and the Wild Hunt, like my Irish and Scandinavian ancestors did.

In winter, my connection with Spirit welcomes me home and coaxes me to rest. I feel like I’m easing into my spirituality the way one nestles into the arms of a lover. Octavio Paz was right when he said that mystic and erotic poets sound very similar, because there are only so many ways you can describe the indescribable.

In spring, my faith feels like a little tulip bulb sprouting up from the ground: tender, refreshed, and ready to work through the primordial mud of whatever my next chapter is.

Every season and sabbat reflects a different facet of my faith, and I love experiencing all the dimensions of my spirituality as the earth around me changes. Celebrating the holidays specific to my heritage, like Hexennacht and Sankta Lucia Day, add another layer of connection with my ancestors, my gods, and myself.

I encourage you to notice if and how your spirituality feels different through the seasons, and how those differences offer nuance to your spiritual & magical practice.