Samhain is nearly here and I find I’m not in the mood for witty, outrageous, creative Halloween costumes or parties. Nor for the memes and photos of Halloween I’m seeing in social media. It is just too serious of a time–the stakes too high. I seek quiet for my important, solitary magic. Soon I’ll set up the altar for my meal with the Ancestors tomorrow. They always tell me to laugh. Maybe they will again this year. Laughter is healing and energy-opening, after all. Maybe after my ritual tomorrow I’ll chuckle at the silliness I’m seeing in social media.
Samhain is the holiday when the veil between the realms of the living and the dead are thin. It is a time when I commune with my Ancestors, and the Ancestors of the land where I live. I feel them draw near. I ask that those who love me beyond measure, and those who love the living Earth beyond measure witness my rite, and speak if they will. I ask them to hold the space for magic that affects all the worlds. Magic that will heal all the worlds.
Today, just ahead of my Samhain rite, I join the vigil for the Water Protectors in North Dakota. Those of Indian nations and allies who have come together to protect their lands and stand up to colonialist land & resource grab. Today I send love and healing to the Protectors, and prayers for those who have been injured or killed. I ask the Ancestors to hold the space for Right Action in and near the Sacred Stone camp, and send healing to the Water Protectors.
Whatever energy you are feeling at this time, may your Samhain be fruitful and blessed. May the Water Protectors feel energized, protected, healed. So mote it be!