Blessings of Samhain to You and the Beloved Dead
This day and night, may Samhain’s gifts come to you with love. May you celebrate with your beloved dead and merry meet at the crossroads of destiny.
This day and night, may Samhain’s gifts come to you with love. May you celebrate with your beloved dead and merry meet at the crossroads of destiny.
Generous be the heart within us, Open be our hands to all. Justice to be in equal measure, Harvest thankfulness our call. Wishing you a blessed Mabon.
It’s been a rough time, but we need to be reminded and reawakened — over and over. Especially now. There is a bigger story we are a part of.
Each Lughnasadh, it’s my tradition to share this sublime Mary Oliver poem. Let the immeasurable come.
Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.
Blessings on this ancient Celtic holy day of feasting, fire, and thanksgiving. Named for shining Lugh, let us gather in and share our first harvests.
Now I am six! As clever as clever! And I think I’ll stay six now for ever and ever! Okay, actually, it’s six-TY FIVE. But I think I might prefer six.
As the sun sets in Rockport, Mass. on the Cape Ann peninsula, Nature smiles in all Her beauty on a perfect day I will always cherish. Vast gratitude.
Every week seems to bring more drama, craziness, scandal, sorrow, and anger. We must remember to pause the head noise, connect, and breathe. Join me?
Tonight, the doors between our mundane, human realm and the real, primal worlds fly open. Dance into enchantment, with the blessings of the Ancestors.
It’s Wordless Wednesday. Take a break. Go outdoors. Be silent and receive life’s many blessings. Absorb the majesty of resurrection in every thing.