Happy Halloween/Samhain to those who celebrate.
My plans for the day have been cut very short due to a bacterial-related illness, so I will be spending it home on antibiotics, and thinking about a few things. October 31st leads us into November, a month of bringing in the harvest and gathering together, and remembering the dead. It is also a time of slaughter, when food-animals are harvested, generally a community affair. It, to me, really kind of brings the whole “remembering the dead”-thing to a new level, when you sit down to the table to enjoy the flesh of your favorite critter. With our stockyards and factory farming and soulless killing procedures, you figure the older traditions probably operated with far more respect with the animals that were consumed than we do today. There was a sense of community, of soul. As postmodern pagans and magical folk, it would do us good to perhaps reflect on those old traditions, and figure out our own ways to inject soul back into some of our eating habits.
Tonight I’ll be reflecting on these and other things. October was the month of my grandfather’s death, as well as the death of a beloved cat. From now and throughout November, ancestors will be remembered, stories will be told, the dead of various forms will be remembered and honored. I will also be working on a few magical projects, one of which involves a little experimental geomancy (or I should say, GEODEMANCY). More on that later.