Samhain is passed. All the of the spirits have been appeased for the year. And even if they haven't, their yearly visa to this dimension has expired, and the last transport has left.
Just the living and the ghosts remain. (And maybe the aliens... are humans, collectively, ready for the uniting "other" to appear in the sky?)
Samhain begins at sunset because for the Druids, a new day began when the old one went to bed-- in other words, when the sun set. As the day began in darkness, so must the year. Samahin to Yule was the dusk to pre-dawn twilight of the year.
And from Samhain to Yule there is rest in all endeavours in the other world. There is far too much to do in this one, this mundane world, especially in years of abundance.
The harvest is over. But there is still plenty of work to do. Preserving, putting up, planning for the winter ahead.
And Yuletide dreams are beginning. Soon there would be only the small points of light in the darkness, and time to rest from the labours of summer.
There will be merriment, and new beginnings. And gifts, coloured lights, candies, much drinking and toasting, great logs to be burned with fragrant herbs. And long nights for reuniting with old friends, and sharing the year's adventures.
But until then, there are memories of the things we lost this year. Mourning for those that have died.
And the hearth to clean after summer's neglect. There might be a chill in the air. A moment of sharpness, until the fire is lit.
Stay warm.
With love from my heart to yours,
Lady Rae
ladyrae@gmail.com
