Posted by: nightmistwalker | October 31, 2013

‘Tis Samhain (Day 31 of 31)

I have just come in from my early morning walk, and by “early morning” I mean 2:00 am. It is Samhain, and the air is filled with magic.

It is warm out, which is to say, in the upper 50s or low 60s (Fahrenheit). There is the hint of a light breeze, but the smell is of rain. It is supposed to rain all day today, but it has not started yet, and my walk was not a wet one. The moon is hidden, though, behind a bank of clouds. There is only the glow of Luna’s light to see by.

My Irish grandmother walked with me this morning. The veil is very thin, and I miss her company very much. We had wonderful conversations when I was growing up. I was the grandchild who wanted to know the stories of her life, and she would spin me tales of her family that kept me absolutely entranced. I told her one time that I would write books of her stories. and she looked perfectly aghast and cried, “But child! These stories aren’t worth to be in books!” Well, some of them are, and some of them have been written, but I find as an adult that it was her telling of them that was the real value. I do not have the gift my Grammie did of the rhythm and the music of the spoken word.

I do not get many trick-or-treaters here, but there is a basket filled with candy by the door just in case. Grammie fed everyone who came to her door, even if they were not expected and even if there was not quite enough. I can remember arriving at her house unexpectedly once or twice, sending her into a tizzy for she had no food for guests. And so we had tea and toast, which was served with such love that this child did not feel the least bit deprived.

They are all here, my family, my ancestors. Grammie is rocking her baby, my uncle who died at 18 months. Her other seven children are here, too, all adults, all with the same blue grey eyes. My grandfather is here, and Grammie’s mother, who, at 17, was put on a boat alone to sail to the States from Ireland, with the unforgotten and unforgiven words “And don’t come back” ringing in her ears. Two of Grammie’s brothers are here, too – Uncle Charlie still in his uniform, handsome and proud, home again from his service in France during WWI, and Uncle Billy laughing at some story someone has told.

My darlings surround me as I prepare for sleep. They provide me comfort and company. I love this holiday, for I know they are here with me once again in this, the dark, quiet night of Samhain.

Blessed Be.

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  1. You did it! Congratulations!

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