I read this on the bus this morning:

“Does the Morrigan enjoy bloodshed?”

“She weeps… The night before a battle she walks the fields and shrieks in despair. She waits at the ford and washes the bloody clothing of the doomed. She begs them to turn back but they never do.”

“And then, when battle is joined, she grants the madness that gives the warriors the strength of heros, and allows them to do deeds that no man could face in cold blood. And so kings sacrfice to her for victory.”

-from Ravens of Avalon – Diana Paxson

Finally something that mentions what I’ve been sensing for some time now. That war does indeed grieve the Morrigan. And that if battle is engaged we do things that we could not ever do if we paused. Now if I can only master the trick of grieving for the fall out that MIGHT happen if I don’t turn away from the battle and then actually turn before engagement ever happens and just walk away in the other direction. That would be a nice trick.

And this from the Universe Notes I get every morning:

“In all tests of character, Cynthia, when two viewpoints are pitted against one another, in the final analysis the thing that will strike you the most, is not who was right or wrong, strong or weak, wise or foolish…. but who would go to the greatest lengths in considering the other’s perspective.”

I’ve had many thoughts in the day about that. Many. But I think they are for me alone.

Turning to other things… I’m bound and determined to get myself some autumn decor in the form of some mini pumpkins. I plan on moving my home from Mabon into Samhain this weekend. Black leaves (yay!) pumpkins, white pumpkins if I can find them, darker candles, cover the mirror…. ooooooohhhhhh  Heck, I might have to do that tonight.