I am ready to meet the autumn,
picked for a twilight brew
ready to know the tastes
so bitter on Her tongue.
Not all mothers birth.
I keep an ancestor altar all year. It normally resides in my office and looks like this:
Every day, I light a candle, light incense, and speak to my Beloved Dead. Once a week, I refresh the water offering, drum and speak the names of my lineage.
During the month of October, the altar is moved into our living room, and becomes a shared altar for the household. Here’s a picture of my portion of the altar:
I like moving the altar to the living room at this time of year, as the Dead get to share more of our daily lives when the veil is thin. I like to think of my mother, a big fan of Halloween and horror movies, watching our favorite movies with me, enjoying the spooky household decor.
Do you currently have an Ancestor reverence practice? Comment and share how you work with your Beloved Dead. Looking for ideas on how to begin working with your Ancestors? Check out Sarah Anne Lawless’ Ancestor Worship in Modern Witchcraft.
I love Pittsburgh in Autumn. Pittsburgh glows when the leaves begin to turn and the air gains a crisp edge. I love walking through my neighborhood, smelling the faint beginnings of decay, feeling in my very bones that the Autumn Mother has arrived.
We had a fun and energetic time tonight at the Spring Equinox ritual!
Our intention: Life calls, we return with joy: I am here.
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Our planning meeting for the Reclaiming Pittsburgh Spring Equinox ritual is tomorrow – all are welcome! Hope to see you there! Image: Snowdrops by Tejvan Pettinger – some rights reserved
You should really come out and join us for our Imbolc Ritual. That is all 🙂 Image: Forge en action by Frédéric BISSON – some rights reserved
In retrospect, I can see in my own life what I could not see at the time: how the job I lost helped me find work I needed to do, how the “road closed” sign turned me toward terrain I needed to travel, how losses that felt irredeemable forced me to discern meanings I needed to know. On the surface it seemed that life was lessening, but silently and lavishly the seeds of new life were always being sown. ~ Parker J. Palmer, Autumn: To Cohere in Mysterious Unity
My family tree is packed with creepy, possessed infants…