
Our Ancestors reach back in an unbroken chain billions of years long.
Death, the dead, and our Ancestors fill our minds today.
Some of the ways many of us are celebrating were published a few weeks ago, and at least for my family, celebrations are ongoing, with a party last Friday, pumpkin carving Saturday, the Anishinaabe Spirit Feast coming up November 3rd and our CUUPS ritual November 4th. I feel the connection between life and death, and see the echo of my grandparents in my kids. And did you see the Edinburgh Samhuinn Fire Festival? Wow – thousands of people celebrating Samhain! I’d love to make it to that some year – it would be a spiritual pilgrimage. For some of us, the celebrations will be later this week – the actual midpoint between the Equinox and the Solstice is November 6th. However you are celebrating, may your be celebration be blessed.
This is an updated version of our annual Fall Equitherm post.
Giving children an understanding of death as healthy and natural is one of our most important jobs as parents and adults. After all, death is the source of all that we love.
Really? To many of us, conditioned by our Christian upbringing and culture (where death is the hated enemy), that sounds horrible. What justification could anyone have for loving the fact of death?
Hallows is unique among Atheopagan Sabbaths.
For one thing, it’s a week long: it extends from Halloween through the actual midpoint between the autumnal equinox and the winter solstice, which falls around the 7th of November. A whole week of observances, of rituals, of spooky-eerie awareness of Death, of Ancestry, of the Dark. Read More
A couple of years ago, my friends David and T and their two little boys relocated from their hometown of Salt Lake City to live in Mount Vernon, Washington and start a tattoo parlor and a new life there. Shortly after their move, however, David died in a car accident and T, distraught and overwhelmed, had no choice but to go back to Utah.
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And, finally, the command: Pull.
My grip on the rope tightens. Leaning back and pulling with my arms, then my hips, thighs, the small of my back; the tension of the rope becomes my tension, my grip more determined, and I am digging in to the damp turf with my boots, seeking traction and an angle of body that will allow me to pull harder. Read More