Happy Samhain

“A white lace of frost webs the sidewalk a kaleidoscope of leaves. Hillsides are ablaze with flame-colored trees, fields lie fallow and dark, and cornstalks dry to the color of bone in the low golden sun. The sky promises rain tonight and winds rise to torture the clouds. Fog swirls down the darkened street, shrouding the candlelit grin of a glowing jack-o-lantern, and the veil between the land of the living and the land of the dead grows as thin and insubstantial as the mist.” by Michele Morgan

 In ancient times, Balefires burned on every hillside and great feasts were held. A place was set at the table for family members who had passed on to the Spirit world. For the Celts, this was New Year’s Eve. Go out and celebrate, pausing to honor the ancestors who came before and may walk with you as you trick or treat. Pass on some of their wisdom to your children Leave some bread and wine outside as an offering to the wandering souls and the Faeries. Make sure you have some jack o-lanterns or luminaries lighting the way for them to your home! The grinning pumpkins provide protection as well.

If you are blessed to have some time alone, contemplate the coming winter, and use this time out of time to let die old ways of thinking, outworn beliefs, and negative patterns.

 Happy Samhain! Happy All Hallow's Eve! Happy Halloween! And as the wheel turns...Happy Celtic New Year

Live It

“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt

Quoth the Raven

Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted,on this desert land enchanted-
 On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead?- tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
~edgar allen poe

tenderly drowsy

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy. George Jean Nathan

The Strongest Force

"Love is the strongest force the world possesses and yet it is the humblest imaginable." — Mahatma Gandhi