Well, I had every intention of “blogging” on a more regular basis, but here I am almost 7 months from my first entry! And yet, what I’ve come to learn about this life is that everything is just perfect, regardless of what my mind might be telling me – “You’re not keeping up with your blog the way you should be!”
My plan for this entry actually began unfolding during this past summer, but for some unknown reason, the entry just didn’t seem to be completing itself. This morning upon awakening, I finally became clear that the delay was due to something else – a different topic wanted to come into form! Soooo, my “summer entry” has been put on the back burner, and this one will have it’s time.
As far as content for this entry, I’m watching that shift and change as well. You’ll notice that the format for this entry is a bit different than the first one, but I’m doing my best to trust that too. Sometimes I forget that my job is simply to let what wants to come make its way through and onto the paper (or screen, as the case may be)!
Samhain – The Season of Death and Its Blessings
I live in an area of the Sierra Foothills that is shared by two sister towns, and like many siblings, they can be delightfully compatible teammates as well as cantankerous competitors. One thing they do share, however, is a great love for celebrating Halloween. During the daylight hours of this holiday, parents and their young children travel downtown to scamper from business to business collecting treats and showing off their specially chosen costumes for this year’s All Hallow’s Eve festivities. By nightfall, both towns are flocked by hundreds and hundreds of ghouls, fairies, witches and television characters all vying for entrance into the next fabulously decorated yard or coolest haunted house. It’s a sight to see and something that should not be missed whether you are a local or visitor here.
My first introduction to this area was nearly 25 years ago when my husband and I at the time joined a group of friends in attending a huge Halloween bash that continues to be a local tradition. Little did I know that I would come to deeply love this wonderful place, make it my home, raise a son among its towering pines and finally begin fulfilling work that I recognized was on my true path.
I continue to have a special affinity for Halloween, but over the years something has called me to a deeper appreciation of its history and symbolism. The ancient Celts referred to this time as Samhain (pronounced sow-in) meaning “summer’s end.” Mara Freeman in her book, “Kindling the Celtic Spirit,” tells us that in early Ireland, the Samhain Festival was considered the most important of all the four calendar festivals (the Festivals of Brigit, Beltaine and Lughnasadh remaining). Samhain marked a time that was productive and focused in the Celtic lands. The last of the harvest was gathered as well as peat for the fires that would give the local people warmth throughout the long winter. Great feasting and much drinking took place among the sacred fires that burned in honor of this special time of year. In contrast to the revelry of Beltaine, where the sun, fertility and love were celebrated, the potent rituals of Samhain ushered in the mysteries of the darkest part of the year. I’ve learned that my ancestors were a hardy and deeply spiritual people who didn’t seem to have much fear of the darkness within their world or within themselves, but instead considered it a powerful tool to cherish and use to its fullest. They looked upon this dark phase of the year as a necessary part of their harvest and life cycles, knowing that the remains of all that died became the rich and fertile soil used as the foundation of their next sacred planting. During the rituals of Samhain, the precious seeds that would germinate underground during the lightless months were blessed with vision and hope for the time of the sun’s return.
We too are offered the invitation to drop into our depths at this time. As the leaves drop and decay and our nights become shorter, the season beckons us to go within to find what is ready to be released. Personally, the last five years have brought an intense experience of transformation within my internal world, where layers and layers of what is no longer needed continue to be sloughed off. When October 31st makes its way around each year, I take special notice when asking myself, “What else wants to die; what else needs to be let go of?” Oftentimes this has called for great courage in facing the Persephone-like journey into the darker mystery of the inner world, but the promise of rebirth continues to be my guiding light.
The Celts of old had a profound mystical heritage that was the foundation of their spiritual expression. At Samhain, they believed that the veils between the worlds became very thin and that the townspeople could communicate with loved ones who had passed over. As I sense into this time, these family members clearly assisted in many of the practical issues the community faced as the light dimmed for the next number of months. Although no longer in form, they were highly regarded as advisers, and their counsel on family issues, planting of the crops, and community topics was greatly valued. To honor the deceased and their contributions, many families set a place at their holiday table so loved ones could join in the seasonal festivities.
A dear friend of mine carries on a flavor of this tradition in her home each year. She gathers together her closest friends and commemorates those family members who have crossed over the veils. In her version of this ancient ritual, guests prepare and enjoy the favorite dishes of those who have passed on. I smile to myself when I imagine placing my mother’s favorite meal on our table. Chicken and dumplings would be washed down with a stiff scotch and soda, followed by See’s Butterscotch Squares or her favorite taffy cookies. Although my body would never tolerate a meal like this now (!), I am touched and deeply appreciative of the symbolism this ritual offers. Perhaps some day I will begin a form of this honoring in my home as well.
I love looking back along my lineage and remembering the old ways, recognizing how they can assist me in my day to day life. And I wonder, could this age-old creative calling offered during Samhain serve you in your life? At this time of reflection, are there aspects of yourself or how you may be living that are ready to be shed, clearing the ground for the planting of fertile ideas and dreams? I hope you will join me in taking the time to look within and release whatever may be revealed in preparation for something new to be reborn. This time of year offers great potential, and I envision all of us using it as fully as possible!
As I wrap up this entry, I plan to hold throughout this day a sacred space for your Samhain journey. And may these days of darkness assist you in weaving together a tapestry of your visions and dreams that will be celebrated with the sun’s return, should it be within your Divine Plan.
I wish you the Grace to allow what is, the Clarity to sense when to take action and the Wisdom to know the difference.
Happy Samhain!
Rhiannon
“On Death & Dying”
Steel yourself against this, and then let go…
One more time.
And the rains swell outside in this moment of darkness
Reminding me of what I love – the depths, the flow of Knowing, Truth – my heart.
What is this place?
Where the grave beckons so sweetly – no more trying, doing, planning.
Thinking I know.
Surrender.
At first I do not recognize this place of calm.
Still waters cradling me.
When the grip of who I thought I was
Released.
Not an easy one, this death.
To have the courage to step into groundlessness that I fear I do not know…
To face what is no longer needed and the terror of saying goodbye.
Wondering if the cocoon really holds the butterfly.
Rhiannon 2010