Calan Gaeaf (Samhain) 2016

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Watching the wheel of the year turn, remembering the ancestors…

“…They’re setting fire to the cornfields
As you’re taking me home…”

Bright blessings to all who mark this short moment of liminal time and space…
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Calan Gaeaf (Samhain) 2015

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Watching the wheel of the year turn, remembering the ancestors…

“Arawen came to find me. As beautiful as could be, long dark hair curling round her shoulders, down to her waist, eyes as grey as the mist over water.”

Bright blessings to all who mark the moment, may awen flow into and through you, may you flow into and through awen, may everything find its equilibrium…
Blessed be…

Calan Gaeaf (Samhain)

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“Close the door, put out the light
You know they won’t be home tonight…”

Calan Gaeaf (via Wikipedia):

Calan Gaeaf is the name of the first day of winter in Wales, observed on 1 November. The night before is Nos Galan Gaeaf, an Ysbrydnos when spirits are abroad. People avoid churchyards, stiles, and crossroads, since spirits are thought to gather there.

Samhain (via OBOD):

On or around the 31st October in the northern hemisphere, 1st May in the southern, Samhain is the festival of the dead, a festival of remembrance and honouring of our dear departed friends and relations. It is said that at Samhain the veil that separates the worlds is at its thinnest. So our world, the world of Faerie, and that of the dead, blend as one. It is no wonder then that this night has become so wrapped in superstition. It is a night of wonder and magic. On this night the Cailleach (the Crone) comes to strip the leaves from the trees, to quicken the decay of the flesh of the year, so that it may feed the new life to come. We can also ask Her to take the unwanted aspects of our personal year away, so that these too might be transformed. Yet even on the darkest night of Samhain, whilst our minds ponder our mortality, if we listen carefully, we can hear the sound of a new-born child crying for its Mother’s breast, for soon it will be Alban Arthan, the Winter solstice, and the Wheel will turn once more.

“The dogs of doom are howling ‘More’…”