It doesn't matter what you personally call it, or what your tradition calls it, or what people on the internet call it, refuse to call it, or sneer at people calling it. The autumn equinox brings its beauty, its balance, and its blessing no matter what name we ascribe to it. Shorter days and longer nights, cool mornings and warmer afternoons, blustery skies dispersed by glorious golden sunlight diffused through rainbows of leaves. The season of the witch is almost upon us; listen for the spirits whispering in the rustle of the trees.
