We are sinking into the darker half of the year. The season is almost palpable here in the Pacific Northwest. Everything smells of damp earth and woodsmoke. Bright red, yellow, and orange leaves pop against a backdrop of dark evergreen. After a dry and smoky summer, it’s misty and magical in these woods and there are mushrooms…everywhere.
To me mushrooms are the quintessential being of Samhain. They embody so much wonder and mystery. A kingdom that holds the powers of life, sustenance, medicine, and death. An entity containing such magic that it can link entire forests together through its underground networks. An organism that both helps the forest to thrive and also itself flourishes on that same forest’s decay. The parts of a mushroom that we see springing up from the forest floor or the decaying log of an old growth tree are just the fruiting body of the plant. Most of the plant is hidden underground, where vast networks of mycelium run underneath the forest floor. They remind us that there is only a thin veil between our world and another.Read More