31/10/2025
🕯️ Samhain: The Liminal Space 🌑
As the old year sinks into shadow and the veils grow thin, we stand again at the ancient threshold, the liminal space where the world of the ancestors is close.
Samhain was never merely an ending, but a passage: a descent into the dark womb of the earth where seeds sleep and ancestors whisper.
The Morrigan rides the misted fields, weaving fate in her crow feathered silence.
Lilith whispers her sacred truth across the land, urging you to remember.
Hekate stands at the crossroads, her torches glimmering where all paths meet and souls gather around her.
Freyja, in her cloak of cats, guides the souls of the fallen toward their rest and renewal.
The fire that burns tonight is not just the light against the darkness, it is the memory of the Sun, a promise that life and death are one eternal spiral and that light and shadow of two sides of the same coin.
It is a time of stillness, a time to listen:
🐈⬛to the bones beneath our feet,
🐈⬛to the spirits who remember us,
🐈⬛to the parts of ourselves that must die, so that something wilder may be reborn.
Tonight light your candle, set out your offerings for the wandering souls, and step gently into the liminal space.
🐈⬛The ancestors are near.
🐈⬛The Goddess walks the night.
🐈⬛And the wheel turns once more🕯️
