This year the cords are strong, and many days after Samhain I can still feel the ancestors' timeless spirits very near, vibrating and creating sweet light and wide perspective for me as I navigate the roughs and shallows of this complex and finite life.
Intrigued by the quirk factor, by the mystical quality of the place, I decided to go with a friend to a séance that was part of the festival, and before I go any further, I probably should say this: I didn't go with high hopes. I didn't really think a medium could communicate with the spirit world.
Behind the compromises and negotiation of clashing cultures, there lie important questions about assimilation, accommodation, and appropriation; minority communities growing and evolving in a multi-faith world; the interplay of power, normativity, hegemony, and identity.
I love being called to acts of beauty, which reminds me that we are making the future in this moment, and infusing it with beauty is actually incredibly practical. No matter how intense the challenge, we can respond with creativity.
We are all going to die. Death is a transition into mystery, into spiritual realms, perhaps to feed ongoing life on earth, perhaps to journey further in spirit, perhaps both. Perhaps neither. It's a mystery.
Halloween no longer retains the sense of awe and wonder associated with Hallows Eve and Samhain in the past, yet it remains an intriguing, still-evolving ritual that fuses a wealth of folk beliefs and cultural traditions.