The Harvest

42 days.

For the first time in my life I truly feel as I can relate with how my Ancestors felt approaching the Harvest.

Unexpected days off are a blessing. I'll be away soon, away for a long time. Twenty six weeks and one day. Yesterday at work I was given the opportunity to swap one shift for two, and I took it. Soon it will be to late to work anymore out of my fields, the Harvest is upon me. A true artisans work is never finished, only abandon. For once I know that desperation, that fear that the winters stock will not last, but I'll do whatever I can for as long as I can.

Life presents opportunity. Not in the prosperity preacher sort of way, but should you have the strength and resolve to carry on you can find a way.

In my studies of Asatru I recently read a beautiful piece on the importance of gift giving. While I face this insatiable urge to gather more I also must acknowledge the good fortune I have. Even as I prepare to serve my country I must understand that the ability to do that is a gift. Once upon a time my people gave gifts to ensure balance in the world. Where has that way of thinking gone?

I'll wrap this up with a profound question I stumbled upon today.

Why did the chickens take to the forest?