According to the calendar, tomorrow is Samhain/Halloween, but for me, this is the day. Why? Because I woke up with my head filled with the flames of my ancestors, some of whom I know, and a few I don’t.

(Calendars are odd. So man-made, regardless of the energies that manifest. )

There are different names for the spirits who visit us at this time of the year — ancestors, angels, daemons, dreams, guardians… For me, the nomenclature doesn’t matter. All that matters is that here, at this moment, there is a sense I am not alone. There is a sense that time and space are connected, which means time is anything but linear and all that was, is; all that will be, already is.

I believe we should live lightly, like the falling leaves of autumn. Letting go, and falling from the branch in our brilliant colors, provides the opportunity for new life to be born from the letting go.

Life at its most informative is a process of germination, growth, death/surrender.

At this time of year, my sense is that we are called to recognize that there is no reason to fear the changes, the death/transformation of all that is. We welcome our ancestors of blood and affection, human and nonhuman, back to the feast of our lives, and by this ritual, we acknowledge the truth that we will one day join them.

At this time of year, we set a place at the table for the long line of spirits who have contributed, by consent, to who we have become.

Some of our experiences may have been painful, even abusive, some may have been wonderous, and thus agonizing to lose, but it is all part of the magickal cycle, the magickal teaching that shows us nothing ever ceases to exist and all things, all people/ancestors, including ourselves, are forever eternal.

Short answer: there is nothing to fear. All shall be well. Is well. Right now.

I would love to hear how you are living with this moment when the veils are very thin indeed.