11/11/2025
Before it all goes underground
by Dana Perry — our teaching mentor, blog manager + proud alum
—
“Even AI-generated drivel will admit that the veil between the living world and the underworld is at its thinnest in the autumn. A mishmash of the wiki-edited history of Samhain, social media posts with cozy fall sweaters and pumpkin spice captions, and sprinkled with Reddit’s r/Psychic-infused details, it spits back out at us all of the things it has been fed, complete with bullet points. And it does it all for the diminutive cost of 12 ounces of rapidly-disappearing potable water and a slice of human integrity.
Flesh and blood humans have embodied this in various ways our whole lives: the spookiness and gore of halloween, the glowing carved-face pumpkins, the ghosts cut from sheets and shadows. In this time when the wind shifts to cold, we bring in our final winter crops for storage and we prepare for the darkness of winter. Green leaves shift to glorious yellows, oranges, and even browns and drop to the ground. We often perceive leaf drop as some sort of death as well, but in honoring that the cycle of life is really that — a never ending cycle — it is, in essence, just energy transfer. As trees prepare for the winter, they shift most of their energy underground into the root system. With any luck the leaves will remain uncleared, providing important habitat space for beneficial insects to stay cozy over the winter; slowly decaying, restoring the soil with vital nutrients for the new batch of plants, fungi, insects, and animals (humans included) to uptake the following year.
We humans have a penchant for disrupting the cycle…
…As the film between the living and dead begins to thin this year, I’m especially drawn to roses (Rosa spp.)… Rose holds space for all of this; for the never-ending circle of round and round, for both life and death, for this world and the other one. Hoping to transmute our grief to hope, we throw roses on the caskets of our beloved. They hold remarkable beauty when fresh and somehow almost as much beauty when dried, their drooping heads propping up the edges of the shroud.”
—
Read Dana’s full piece on our blog // link in bio ⛓️💥