Originally I wasn’t going to celebrate Samhain this year. With the recent passing of my Poppy I wasn’t sure if I was ready. I know this is a silly thought, as what better way for a Pagan to honour and celebrate her ancestors than on a holiday specifically for them?
Because being over 1,000km from the rest of my (blood) family means I’m still somewhat in denial and celebrating Samhain means accepting it on a more spiritual level.
Given a series of recent events and text messages from a particular family member, I got the hint. Belated or no, I needed to honour my family.
Tonight, I’ve just finished crying. I’m warm and fuzzy from the wine I gave in offering (three glasses – Ancestors, Herne, Myself) and I’m so very glad I went ahead.
Samhain really is such an important date to celebrate. Many in the mundane world see the December holiday season as a way to catch up with family members you only see for one day a year. In a way, Samhain can work in a similar fashion to those who don’t honour their Ancestors as part of their day-to-day workings as I know many of us do.
It’s the opportunity to set aside time and reconnect when maybe we’ve been a bit distant, or busy with the mundane, or side tracked and off our normal path. When maybe we haven’t had a chance to light a candle, or give a toast, or to let them know how important a role they’ve played in our lives.
I’m so thankful I let Poppy know before he passed, and I’m so very thankful I had that final day spent with him, just the two of us in his room in Palliative Care. And I’m so very thankful I went ahead and celebrated tonight, as I got to hug him again, and see where he is in the Summerlands, and see my other Pop and Great-Grandparents…
And he still walked me out to the car when it was time for me to go.