Dear Wild Sister
The season of the witch, of transformation, a transition period, of evolution, of turning inward. It’s dark and it’s energy contemplative, shadowy, truth seeking, quiet, nourishing and soulful. This is the time before the pause.
I’m in my home and nesting, tending the hearth, coorying down prepping for hibernation; I look forward to this point of the year, each and every year. October is my month, Autumn is my season, you can keep your spring and summer, I’ll keep my late autumn.
Late October is also, associated with Halloween or All Hallow’s Eve, followed by Hallowmas, All Hallows Day, All Saints Day on 1st November then All Souls Day on the 2nd (also known as my wedding anniversary – 13 years this year). In times gone by, the whole affair was known in Celtic traditions as Samhain/Samhuinn.
In time before the Gregorian or Julian calendars with set dates and days, the passage of time was measured by the solar and lunar cycles and star constellations. Much simpler, much more intune with what was happening naturally. The rituals of this fire festival were respected and revered on and around the dark moon, and that wouldn’t necessarily have been 31st October (because 31st October didn’t exist). The darkest sky at this time of year was considered to the be the gateway into the winter months, when the last harvest was in, the animals were brought back from the summer pastures and passed through the smoke of the bone fires (bonfire) in an act of saining to cleanse them for the hard winter ahead; the weaker beasts slaughtered for food, and the point where the veil between the worlds was at its thinnest, allowing our ancestors to move between their world and ours. Of course, that also meant that any malevolent spirits could also traverse the veil, hence the need to ward them off with charms such as skulls (evolving into the jack o’lantern of today originally in the form of a tumshie or more popular now, a pumpkin. FYI I am #teamtumshie all the way).
Last year’s Samhuinn Women’s Circle honouring our ancestors, pumpkin pasties I made earlier this week, updated a meme and last year’s tumshie.
This year, the dark moon is Saturday evening, 14th November so for me, my true Samhuinn will be honoured then with ritual for my loved ones and ancestors. But while that is a private practice for this solitary hearth witch, we will be celebrating Hallow’een in our house tonight with the usual hearty meal, treats, apple dooking and festival appropriate movie (thinking Hocus Pocus this year).
There is also a full moon in the sky – a blue moon at that if you follow the modern day calendar. So this evening howl to the wilds, to your ancestors, dance in the forcast rain (nudity is optionaly) get your pumpkin or tumshie carved, prepare, serve and enjoy a favourite meal of your loved one no longer earth-side, dook for apples and divine the future. Make merry and have a blessed Samhuinn.
With blessings and deepest gratitude