Last night was Samhain, a time when the veils thin between the worlds, and here in the Algarve the winds howled appropriately and mischievous spirits did indeed meddle with the power lines, cutting the electricity off repeatedly and creating a suitable atmosphere. Meanwhile, I secluded myself to reflect and meditate.
Despite death and the dead being significant at this time, death has been too recent a visitor in my family for me to want to explore the subject in too much detail. However I did want to acknowledge and honour my lost ones, so I contented myself with a simple yet powerful ritual in which I lit a candle for each person I had lost, said their name, who they were to me, and that I remembered them. At the end I lit a candle and pledged to live my life in a way which honoured them, and asked for their blessing in this. I’d thought the ritual might upset me, as I remembered those I’ll not be meeting again in this life, but actually it was rather comforting. My table was graced with a merry blaze of flickering light and I felt safe and watched over, as if those people were aware of me somewhere and wishing me well.
A little later I did my inner archaeology meditation, a healing meditation for looking at the shadows. I would only recommend this one for people who are serious about their self-exploration and healing and experienced enough to hold space and state, as by its very nature this meditation involves digging up things which might otherwise lie buried. However, as the nights lengthen and we turn inwards in our contemplations, this is my offering to you.
Blessed be, dear reader
Keziah x
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