Happy Halloween!

 Trick or Treat!!

This evening many a child will go to bed with sugar streaming through their bloodstream...bringing about some wild and crazy dreams!

Happy Samhain, or Halloween!

The Valley Echo did a good article about our Pet Parade in Black Mountain...which is in a bit different location this year. Still cute photos. 

Mexican festival

Barbara Baker is my daughter-in-law who bakes extraordinarily delicious Moonlit Macarons. 

The passing of the witches hat. 

I was enjoying talking with my granddaughter, Cayenne over lunch, about costumes. She makes her own designs and is much more skilled than I have ever been. But I mentioned I'd decorated a velvet witches hat with stars and moons in fabric paint, and offered it to her.

So after lunch with friends we went to my apartment and she tried it on, and left for Florida with it! 

An altar for ancestors

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And on a more practical note:

My iPad keyboard on-screen suddenly split apart.

I have no idea what I did, nor how to get it back to correct format! HELP!!

There's what the keyboard looks like on my iPad these days. Really weird. It just suddenly happened.

Today's quote;

In a world so torn apart by rivalry, anger, and hatred, we have the privileged vocation to be living signs of a love that can bridge all divisions and heal all wounds.

HENRI NOUWEN

Real witches

Witches tea party!

Personally I've been wondering why I'm not in a celebratory mood for Halloween this year. I finally realized that dealing with life and death issues while being sick this year, I'm thinking a lot about my own mortality. And I do want to continue to live as long as I'm somewhat capable, and able to think clearly. So I've looked at a natural burial place in a local cemetery, then decided against making a decision on that now. It's really depressing.

And I'm not doing much talk about end of life issues. I want to have plans to move forward instead...in this living world. Whatever the other one might be, I'm just putting it aside for now. 

As I write this Monday morning...

Right now I'm having an aural migraine, where I lose vision and get blinded by sparkly lights in a blooming kind of circle. It starts in the center of my vision, and ends with streams of banners on the outside. Usually it only lasts 10-15 minutes, and then I have light sensitivity for a few hours. As you can see (while I can't very well) I can keep doing many things, including driving, by shifting my focus around to wherever the vision still remains. No pain usually. Whew.

So when everyone's decorating their lawns with death...skeletons, fake graves, ghosts, goblins, living dead everywhere! - I have little interest. I've always avoided horror movies. Too much to be scared of in real life, thank you very much. I don't want a fake scare.

I used to put up an altar for the ancestors. Even that honoring of those who gave me life has lost its interest this year. I just miss so many people who have "gone on before." Including my pets.

I do still have friends who are witches, or at least witchy. I love that they celebrate with lots of decorations, and maybe some special foods for Halloween. 

I got out my caldron...which has served many rituals. So that's as much as I'm decorating this year.

My visit with pulmonologist Monday gave me a honest appraisal of my recovering from pneumonia. He said I'd need another 3 months before I've cleared enough to have my lungs evaluated to see the status of my bronchiectasis...where various lung damages might show up on a CT as well as with breathing tests. I was realistic. If my lungs have at least a half ability still for breathing, I want to plan to move to the southwest US where it's drier. If my lungs show a great deal of damage, I'm reconciled to not moving, but planning that green burial plot for eventual use of my remains.

So we have to wait till early February to find out more.

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H. Byron Ballard, a friend, a witch who lives in Asheville NC.

A joke photo of Byron recently taken.

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And for those who are aware of this time when our ancestors who have gone before are closer to us, there is this:

A prayer for the dead.

Each night, at twilight, we remember. With love, with gratitude, we remember.

You have come to the end of this pathway

In a journey to which we bear witness.

You have come to the end of a pathway

That is barred with a gate and a door.

May this door open swiftly and silently.

May this gate give you a moment’s grace

In which to rest your spirit before you venture through.

We stand here with you, as your companions,

As your family, for you are beloved.

But, for now, we must remain here.

We can not go with you to this old land.

Not yet.

For you will see the Ancestors.

You will see the Beloved Dead.

You will walk among the Divine Beings

That guide and nurture us all.

You go to dwell in the lands

Of summer and of apples

where we dance

forever youthful, forever free.

We can hear the music in the mist

The drums that echo our sad hearts.

We can see your bright eyes and your smile.

And so we open the gate.

We push back the door.

We hold the gate open.

We glance through the doorway,

And with love and grief and wonder

We watch you walk through.

Hail the Traveler!

All those remembered in love, in honor,

Live on.

Farewell, o best loved,

O fairest,

Farewell.

The woodpecker returned and the Halloween photos (still!)

 The Black Mountain Halloween Pet Parade...better late than never? I wasn't able to attend, it being raining and all. But some brave souls took photos and shared them on Facebook, so I'm passing them along for your enjoyment.

First are some shots by Barbara Holderman Taylor of the kids on Church Street.

Trick or treating was really pushed by various organizations to provide a cheerful time for the kids, many of whom had traumatic changes as a result of the storm Helene which flooded and caused power and water outages at the minimum. Parents who wanted to return to work then had families of kids without any schools being open for weeks.

Town Square also hosted a big Halloween party with many families and young trick-or-treaters!

I believe I already shared the "Chicken Sandwich" meme...yes, a live chicken between slices of fake bread!

And guess who visited me on Sunday last week! This must be the red bellied woodpecker who I saw a few weeks ago. Sorry for the iPhone quality of photos.

Then he took off, which captured a bit of white on wings and tail.

Oh I almost forgot...sharing with Saturday's Critters!

Today's quote:

Gratitude as a discipline involves a conscious choice. I can choose to be grateful even when my emotions and feelings are still steeped in hurt and resentment.

HENRI NOUWEN

Happy Samhain

 

Happy Samhain, or Halloween!

Witches tea party!

Black Mountain citizens gathered Oct. 29 for a candle light vigil to remember all that has been lost from the storm damage.

Rain didn't faze these folks!

 

Yes that's a chicken between pieces of bread! It's name is Soup.

Sarah Vekasi welcomes everyone to her pottery store.

Aleah Chapin - Artist, a painting of friends

Yes I snuck in some of my dear loved ones in their own costumes! Thanks again to the internet postings for many of these shots.

Today's quote;

In a world so torn apart by rivalry, anger, and hatred, we have the privileged vocation to be living signs of a love that can bridge all divisions and heal all wounds.

HENRI NOUWEN

Happy Samhain/Halloween

(Not so) Brief History of Samhain and Halloween

October 30, 2017Illumination by Rhymes

October 31st – November 1st

The word Samhain in Gaeilge or Samhuinn/Samhainn in Scots Gaelic is pronounced sow-wen. Samhain means ‘November’ and likely stems from old Irish meaning ‘summer’s end’. It is also called Nos Galan-gaeaf or ‘Night of the Winter Calends’ in Welsh.

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Introduction and History

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Samhain marked the end of the lighter half of the year, the descent into darkness and thus was possibly considered a beginning to the year although that is speculative. Samhain, along with its opposite light festival Bealtaine, were considered the most magical of the celebrations as they signified the beginning of each, the dark (moon) and light (sun) halves of the year. Although the date has been referenced for what it is for many hundred years starting at sundown on October 31st, there are some folk references in the Irish Duchas Folk Library that say Samhain was celebrated the three days before as well as the three days after Samhain in times of old. Vegetation started dying, livestock were slaughtered and salted, food items were stocked away and death was literally in the air. The powers of decay and blight were ascending yet the promise of future triumphs were not to be forgotten. It was a time when the veil between this world and the Otherworld was thought to be at its very thinnest, more so than all the festivals. It was so thin in fact that the dead could return to the land of the living and likewise, some of the living, especially poets were able to enter the Otherworld more easily through journeying, possibly through the mounds and doorways of the Sídhe. The gods, goddesses of the land collectively known as the Sídhe or Aos Sí, “people of the mounds” or “guid people” were thought to be especially active. Witches, a descendent yet diminutive and demonized role of the druid, seer or herbalist in later times were also thought to have been more active. It’s easy to understand why this time of year was considered so unique as many describe autumn as having an intangible feeling of magic and nostalgia in the air. Samhain is the only celebration that 

doesn’t have substantial evidence of being associated with one specific god or goddess above all others however, many people speculate it could have been The Morrígan whose name means ‘great queen’ due to Samhain’s association to her cave Oweyngat in Ráth Cruachan. It may have also been associated with the great Cailleach, the winter hag goddess or of Angus Og or Crom Cruach, the primordial harvest god. Crom Cruach was also celebrated on Lughnasadh but a few mythological references take place near Samhain. Crom may have likely been a Christianized version representative of Balor of the Fomorians but with St. Patrick fulfilling the role of Lugh Lamhfada. In the Lebor Gabála Érenn, it was said that each year on the plain of Mag Cetne on Samhain, the Nemedians paid tribute to the Fomorians, the gods of darkness, by giving them “2/3 of their people and produce, including progeny, corn, wheat and milk.” (1)  The stories of Balor and Crom Cruach are at their core, stories about nature and the death that naturally occurs around us during the more harsh fall and winter seasons. Life is seemingly ‘sacrificed’ to be reabsorbed and become reborn and reanimated again in spring.

This various god and goddess symbolism makes sense considering the darker elements of the female personas of the Morrígan and the Cailleach and being associated with death, fate and land sovereignty. In Irish mythology, The Morrígan and the Dagda have ritual sex the week during Samhain to purportedly discuss the continuing prosperity, safety and well being of their tribe, the Tuatha Dé Danann. This coupling reminds us again of the marriage between the land goddess and the sun god, of which their fruits (child) would be sown not coincidentally nine months later at the harvest festival of Lughnasadh. This symbolic coupling was carried out in ritual form by the ancient kings of Ireland as well. Angus Og may have been associated due to the nature in which he discovered his one true love on Samhain. With the help from his parents, the Dagda and Bóinn, he rescues her, they shape shift into two swans and fly away together singing beautiful songs that could lull anyone to sleep that heard them in the Dream of Angus Og.  It was also suggested in the Lebor Gabála Érenn that the airbe drūad, or ‘druid’s fence’, an invisible screen which protected certain privileged persons against wounding in battle would not work on Samhain and also lended to further reasoning not to leave one’s house. (3) Quite a few mythological battles were fought on or near Samhain such as the famous Battle of Magh Tuireadh and the Battle of Samhain. The Druids lit their sacred signal fires on the Hill of Ward in County Meath for Samhain while they were lit for Bealtaine at Uisneach. The druid Mog Ruith and his daughter Tlachtga, were well known and associated with starting the fire for Samhain from the Hill of Ward, the sacred center of the druids and it was said that ‘No fires were permitted to be lighted in Ireland but those obtained from the Druids at May and November, who delivered their sacred fire to the people with great incantations. (4) Although speculative, it’s possible that in a descending fashion, other central fires were lit in each locale. As was tradition, each house may have cleaned their fireplace and rekindled a new one sourcing from their local ‘need fire’ during this night but symbolically, it was rekindled from the central fire started by a head druid. I should add in regards to this father and daughter pair that it’s thought they were possibly made diminutive from a solar deity and goddess. Christian writers depicted Tlachtga as a druidess who was raped by three sons after which she went on to produce three sons and died in the birthing process. She was buried at the Hill of Ward, previously called the Hill of Tlachtga.(5)

Art by Valentine Cameron Prinsep called At the First Touch of Winter, Summer Fades Away (1838 – 1904)

“In Ireland, there was an old common saying “The blessing of Bel, and the blessing of Samhain, be with you,” that is, of the sun and of the moon.” – Lady Wilde, Ancient Legends, Mystic Charms and Superstitions of Ireland

Additionally, Samhain plays a role in other famous Irish tales such as The Boyhood Deeds of Fionn as well as the tale of Midhir and Etain. The Mound of Hostages near the Hill of Tara is specifically aligned with the Samhain sunrise. In Wales, the king of fairies, Gwyn ap Nudd with his hounds was leader of the wild hunt and it was thought that he rode out on Samhain night bringing bad luck, havoc and possibly death to those who saw him, capturing and taking them down to the Underworld. This tale along with the Irish Dullahan were likely inspiration for the tale of the headless horseman. Alexander Carmichael wrote in the Carmina Gadelica 2 that ‘Samhainn… was one of the seasons when innumerable mystic rites are practiced.” In Scotland, there was a demon or goblin that was known to steal babies or commit atrocities on Samhainn night called the Samhanach, a derivative from the word itself.  Being that Samhain was possibly considered the beginning of the year as well as “thin” spiritually, divination may have been an important practice at this time. In the story of Fingin Mac Luchta of Munster, Ireland, he would visit a Druidess every Samhain who would relate all the future occurrences in the kingdom for the next twelve months. (6) In another reference to divination on Samhain, The Druid of Daithi went to the top of The Hill of the Druid, now Mullaroe in Sligo, and remained there all night from sundown until sunrise. When he woke and returned, he informed the king that the clouds had foretold he would conquer land in Alba, Britain and Gaul. (7) These are just two of many examples of divination occurring on or near Samhain by Druids or Druidesses. Quite a few herbal plants, trees or food items may have been associated with Samhain such as the apple, yew, aspen, corn, ivy, mugwort, mullein, hazel, wild garlic, elder, juniper, blackberry, rowan, vervain and oak to name just a few.

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Irish Famine Memorial in Dublin, Ireland

Halloween is another celebration related to Samhain and a tradition that masses of Irish emigrants brought with them to America, particularly during the manufactured famine when millions of Irish became homeless, in addition to being starved and were forcibly made to leave or left out of desperation. It is estimated that over 9 million Irish emigrated, approximately half of which came to America between 1800 and 1930. Halloween was treasured enough that it would not be left behind and it wasn’t long before it gained traction as a mainstream family tradition in America. Although it has become bastardized through commercialization, the essence of Samhain is still there in the holiday’s roots. On Samhain night it was bad luck to go out of your home but if you did have to go, you had better wear a disguise to blend in with the evil spirits roaming about, which could have been as simple as a shirt over your head. In Ireland and Scotland, this would have been called ‘guising’ and dressing in costumes reminiscent of biddy boys, using straw, sheet coverings or their own creations. This evolved into dressing in full costume and going house to house to ask for an “offering” of candy which was in essence an act of pretending to be a ghost, spirit or witch that needed appeasing, lest you be tricked. Without a doubt, the most prominent symbols of Halloween are trick or treating, apples, turnips and Jack O’Lanterns. Originally, the Irish would have used turnips as offerings as well as to lay out milk. In Scotland, milk was also laid out for the cat-fiadhaich, Kellas cat or Cat Sith. (8) These were black cats thought to be witches that had the ability to turn into a cat nine times. Here, it was tradition again to leave an offering of milk in hopes the passing spirits would bless your home verses curse it if there were none. This may have also been where the folklore of a cat having nine lives as well as black cats being the familiars of witches originated from. (9) When Irish emigrants came to America, they transitioned to pumpkin carving simply because they were readily available here, bigger and easier to carve.

In the spirit of this being a time when nature was and is dying literally and allegorically, those that had passed away were honored as well and the festival was Christianized. Traditionally, an Irish feast called ‘dumb supper’ would be prepared and the family would leave a chair or multiple chairs out for their deceased loved ones who were thought to be visiting. They may have even fixed their deceased loved one’s favorite meal. Family may have frequented their ancestors grave sites and left offerings there as well. Funerals or ‘wakes’ were great social occasions and just as in ancient times, the deeds of loved ones are heralded and there is much love and commemoration during this time. The lives of our deceased ancestors continue to be honored and recognized at Samhain. This festival became the Christianized ‘All Saint’s Day’ which also commemorates important deceased figures. The essence of Samhain is one of honoring ancestors, retreating into the darker spaces and fears of our being, to reflect, rest and regain our courage and perseverance to withstand the coming winter and the darker elements of life. 

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Sources

1. Macalister, Stewart, Lebor Gabála Érenn, Vol. 6 – Index, pg. 76.

3. Macalister, Stewart, Lebor Gabála Érenn, Vol. 4, p. 306.

4. Connellan, Owen, Annals of Ireland translated from The Original Irish of the Four Masters, Dublin, 1845, pg. 272.

5. Ellis, Peter Berresford, The Druids, London, pg. 94.

6. Ellis, Peter Berresford, The Druids, London, pg. 96.

7. Ellis, Peter Berresford, The Druids, London, pg. 224.

8. Francis, D. My Highland Kellas Cats. Johnathan Cape: London, 1993.

9. Thompson, F.G. A Scottish Bestiary: the Lore and Literature of Scottish Beasts. The Molendinar Press: Glasgow, 1978.

Cover art by Edward Frederick Brewtnall called A Visit to the Witch (1882)

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Isla MacKinnon