It was Samhain last night. The Halloween part was very quiet--we only had two trick-or-treaters. But 20 degrees and snowing has a dampening effect.
It was the first Samhain since my brother Paul died. I set a place for him at our dinner table. We had pork and apples and roasted potatoes. I also poured Paul a glass of scotch. Later, I poured it outside for the spirits.
The ritual part was low-key. I've been dealing with the grief and it hasn't been crushing lately, but Samhain brought a lot of it back, and I didn't feel up for more. I rather wished someone else could have taken up the mantle and put on something more elaborate so I could take part but not have to plan. Ah, well. The life of a solitary practitioner.
Blessed Samhain.

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Published on November 01, 2023 10:11