This as we know is the time of year when the veil is at is thinnest, we remember our ancestors of line, place and blood. Especially we remember any of our family or friends who have departed for the Summerlands in this last twelve months, all this is natural.
Every year we have the same feelings....should we allow our children and ourselves to loosen up a little and enjoy the dressing up, the fun costumes and should we be giving our children sweets, nuts or perhaps fruit? Naturally the latter is always a good idea and the odd plastic spider in a bunch of bananas won't hurt anyone.
It is a time to remember, it is a time to be still and listen to the inner voice, to practice our divination and to pray.
All our festivals have been to an extent hi-jacked by those who simply want to make money, sell lots of ghoulish treats and tricks, in the same way as our midwinter festival has been taken over by commercialism.
I have had more time over the last two weeks to think, partly because my husband has been having eye surgery and needed someone with him most of the time, so I sat and watched him come to terms with firstly very poor sight and then a week later, far better sight.
I personally don't see why our children should not have a little fun, and the adults for that matter. And to that end I did take a selection of spooky sweets to the gathering last Sunday.
Sadly we were rained off, very heavy rain bouncing off the paths and causing little streams where footpaths once were. But we do need to keep a balance between the fun of each festival and fun is a very good thing, and the real intent which we need to have for each season.
So I am remembering, I always will remember, but I am also seeing the fun side, for the sake of the children, a little laughter goes a long way and is very healing.
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