So, the last harvest is in and now we enter the dark part of the year. Tonight the veil between words is at its thinnest and our ancestors are abroad. Tonight is not a night of ghouls and horrors, but of reflection on what and who have gone before. A lovely Samhain ritual out in the forest with good people and then some time sat around a fire thinking of what has happened in the last year, celebrating the good things, wondering how I could have avoided the the bad, remembering and toasting those who have gone beyond. The fire crackled under an almost clear sky, whilst the wind whipped the rising smoke sending it scattering through nearby shrubs. Another timeless evening being human, sitting around a fire under the stars talking with the ancestors; activities as old as humanity.
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