Wow. Hard to believe it’s the end of October.
The wheel turns. And turns. And turns.
My favorite season, the witches’ high holidays. I love Samhain; I love Day of the Dead.
I had the best time at the Day of the Dead celebration at Oakland Museum. The gardens felt like a zocalo—a town square. Activity tables. Mummers and other performers. Stage with musicians. And a mercado with crafts for sale. I bought a Catrina t-shirt. And a red apron covered with calaveras (skeletons) with a rose on it. It’s beautiful!
It was a wonderful experience. At the end there was a ritual, a circle was cast and the directions called and then anyone so moved was able to name and honor their ancestors. We joined hands at the end and then shared hugs. It was just wonderful. On a beautiful day.
I have just decided to go ahead and have a gathering here for tea…gotta get on the invitation this morning as the gathering will be this Sunday. I was holding out for the weather report hoping I could have this in the garden. Looks like the rain will be here and I’ll be opening up the house. Ooh!
I’m grateful for an amazing weekend. Party at the Sacred Well. An art project for the Samhain altar; a picture of my ancestors. Top row: That’s my mom between her parents, my maternal grandparents. Then mom with her tits out. And mom on her wedding day.
Bottom row: My maternal great-grandmother holding my mom. My paternal grandmother and one of my father’s sisters. My mother as a kid and my mom at her 25th anniversary party. My ancestors represent. Blessed be.
I’m grateful for my life. My friends. My past and the present. All is well.
