Samhain is a Celtic ancient ritual celebrated October 31-November 1 to bring in the dark part of winter, to recognize the fall harvest, and also to honor the dead, much like is done in the Aztec tradition of ‘Day of the Dead’. This year, instead of focusing on the trick-or-treat candy gatherings, we chose to focus on remembering those dear to us who have left us through death.
My daughter wrote a poem about this occasion, and, with her permission, I have featured it in this post inasmuch as it speaks of setting “a place at our fest table for those remembered most dear, in hoping to feel the warmth of their company once more.” We did set two places at the table for Mom and Dad, and included foods they especially liked on the menu. It was (as is) good to include them in our daily lives both in remembrance and also in knowing we can feel them near on many traditional occasions.
Our lovely Mother travels around the Great Sun as She always has She carries human kind, the mountains, the oceans, our homes We turn away from the Sun, and sense the cold vastness of space The darkness comes. Stark final harvest and bloody first slaughter Ponder a time before the progression to modern convenience Consider what you can give to those with less fortune Step into the browning, fallen crunchy leaves to share in Ancient traditions of costume, fare and lighting lanterns The barrier between this life and the next becomes liminal Set a place at our feast table for those remembered most dear In hoping to feel the warmth of their company once more
