Hallowe'en
All Hallow's Eve
Samhain
By whatever name you call today, it is a day of many aspects.
Children glory in the chocolate (Skittles, I have been informed today, are NOT appropriate for Hallowe'en candy).
In the church, it is the day before we reflect on those who have died this past year.
To many, it is the beginning of the holiday season.
For me, I relish the entirety of it. But my favorite is this poem from
The Grey King by Susan Cooper, part of the Dark is Rising series
On the day of the Dead, when the year too dies,
Must the youngest open the oldest hills
through the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks.
There fire shall fly from the raven boy,
And the silver eyes that see the wind,
And the Light shall have the harp of gold.
Blessings on your Hallowe'en.
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