I know this world is full of the mystery, comfort, and miracles of growth, harvest, and rest and reflection. This is the time for a nest of comforts; this is the time of complete gratitude; a time to harvest all we sow; a time to give to strangers the sweets and bounties we all have no matter our standing in this world. We all have at least a smile to give, we all will always have that. This is the beginning of a New Year. I have so much to give and when I feel a bit depleted, I have faery friends who fill in the gaps like the weaving of the long beautiful corn dolly of Samhaim.
They represent the weave in a nest, they represent the DNA-like chain of the corn dolly, for where there are moments in everyone's faerytale where the harvest seems slim or lacking, these treasured people weave in and out to restore comfort and strength that I need. I feel grateful for the family and friends that come into my world and send me back the blessings I send to them. I feel grateful for those who just give their hearts even when not asked to. I feel grateful that even when I go to seek treasure, though I may not receive a coin, I get a true treasure in meeting someone kind and kindred like Sue today. I at times feel the tapestry of my tale on the wall is thinning and tired and then, lo, I have tea bags hanging on my doorstep from Molly, a beautiful Merry Halloween card from Rena, porchtime talk and friendship from Shelley, handmade roses from Laura in my mailbox, just because, and Glittery Magic acorns and art from faery friend Terri, just because. How does it happen?
The magic of living is in meeting it all with arms wide open like Jack O' lantern in the garden of life. To some it is scary embracing the good news and the bad, but, I have come to find that the scarecrow is really just asking for commaraderie, to let the raven enjoy the rest and conversation so much that it would never consider robbing it. I know these friends and family receive as much as they give, for that is the world of abundant thought, the world of all the happy endings, that are just truly happy beginnings.
Halloween, as I have said many times to friends, is the last true essence of the olde community commaraderie. I say this because at no other time do people open their doors to their whole village and without question, give out their abundance, the sweets that life has shown them throughout the year embracing the princesses and the ghouls with knowledge that both are necessary to see the balance of every happening, every perception. Every Harvest is the mix of growth and loss. It is time, to collect all you have learned, all the robes and masks we have donned and hunker down to rest and learn from all life has given to emerge with a stronger, sweeter weave. Our tapestry's tale gains with each reweaving and at times the wearing thin brings eventually the bright, fresh, new threads of healing and renewal.
I have blessings to send out to my friend, Mary, who will dance again in her heart. I have thanks to give to those mentioned above and to all the friendships I have harvested here and in my life and new ones everyday, Hi Sue! Blessings all and Happy Halloween! May it be filled with fun, light, and renewal for this blessed Celtic New Year! Here is just a little fun tidbit on the history of tomorrow's hallowed origins:
"Halloween comes down to us from the pre-Christian Celtic Festival of Samhaim, the last night of Autumn before the cold and bleakness of Winter. On this night, considered the Celtic New Year the Druids believed that the supernatural world drew closer to the physical world..." before going underground to renew for the Spring. (Simple Abundance by Sarah Ban Breathnach)