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No, I’m not confused. For me, All Hallow’s Eve (or Samhain) is New Year’s Eve. It marks the Celtic (and witches’) New Year, full of special meanings. Where we live, in the Northern Hemisphere, the harvest is over, the earth is dying, everything is growing dark. Now is the time to think over the past and prepare for the future. It’s also the night when the veil between our world and the spirit world is the thinnest and ancestors can visit us. The lit pumpkins were originally gourds and traditionally there to guide our loved ones back to us.

It’s been raining all day, which is hell on trick-o-treaters and costume parades, but good for those of us cozy at home. I’ve been cleaning and cooking, classical music playing in the background, munching on brownies and samosas and all things good. I’ve also been writing a lot. I sat down at nine a.m. and the words just flowed. It felt amazing…all that hurt from yesterday gone.

Now the candy is in the black cauldron by the door and the candles are scattered around the house ready to be lit. The feast is prepped and the guests are on their way. It’s time to pull out the Runes and carve the pumpkin. I’ll wish everyone a Happy Halloween and New Year, if you’re so inclined, and leave you with one of my favorite childhood Halloween songs & stories. If you can’t read the original by Washington Irving this is the classic alternative. Oíche Shamhna…

 

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