my samhain, my real samhain, was a quiet one.
i lit candles in the home and in the garden, little lanterns shedding their small light into the ever growing bare patches that have been left by the plants returning to the earth.
a lantern burned on my garden altar, the light glancing off the antlers that are sprouting from a slowing disintegrating skull
i broke up some thick dry sticks, stacking some beside me and lit a fire in my cauldron, lit a charcoal disc and sat watching as the flames slowly caught and engulfed the sticks.
the charcoal turned grey and i sprinkled on some samhain incense blend from star child~the herb infused smoke mixed with the wood smoke, spiralling into the dark, damp air.
so i sat in the damp garden soaking in the heat from my fire, adding more sticks to the cauldron, more incense to the hot disc
i thought of my ancestors,
of the huge ancestral tree i have been adding to and working on
new found family whose blood flows within me, whose eyes saw life as it was in the 1500's in villages near to and within this ancient forest i call home.
i also planted my seed intentions for the dark days and weeks ahead
i am feeling so much better after our trip to glastonbury~the energy there is indescribable, i can feel it for miles around almost as a shimmering energy that gets more intense the closer you get.
it feels as if that energy has charged me up and i feel full of possibilities and hope.