Samhain


This was the first year in a long time I have not carved turnips for Samhain. I did not get organised in time and as I have a baby son I would have needed LED tealights, which I couldn’t buy in time.

In the morning I did my Samhain ritual and finished writing the ritual to introduce our son to the ancestors. It was appropriate that he is nine months old this Samhain.

I watched the film Ghost. A lot of people watch horror films at Samhain; I don’t like horror movies as I am easily scared but I thought this film was appropriate.

Afterwards I went to a party in the afternoon and we went out for a meal as my husband had just finished an exam.

Then we introduced our son to the ancestors. We first consecrated a candle using his touch, spit and breath. This candle will be put away and used for any rituals involving him. Then we said a short piece telling the ancestors about his names and lastly we asked them to help us bring him up.

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Festivals


Every Pagan has festivals which are their favourite and ones which are not-so-favourite.

My least favourite festival is the Midwinter Solstice, mainly because I feel that it can never get the attention it deserves because everyone is planning for Christmas, which I really can’t stand because we’re all supposed to play happy families.

Either Samhain or Lughnasad is my favourite festival. I love the turnip carving of Samhain and honouring the ancestors, while I love the funerary games of Lughnasad. I cannot arrange such games myself, but I can watch hurling and horse-racing on You Tube.

Spring Equinox


This was one of those rituals that didn’t go to plan. Nothing much went wrong; it’s just that I was listening to my intuition which took me off in a different direction than the one I had planned.
I had planned to celebrate it dressed in a green skirt, green top and wearing nothing else. Then I listened to my intuition which told me that it would be better if I wore nothing to celebrate the wildness of Spring.

So I’m out there in the dark, somehow managing not to step on any slugs (until our local hedgehog was run over s/he would often be in our garden) buck naked and somehow not freezing.

I dyed eggs the weekend before; onion skins for a sunburnt colour, coffee for brown and turmeric for yellow. The dried carrot skins somehow didn’t work, but since colour deepens when the egg dries I’m wondering if it came out a pale colour and I unintentionally re-dyed it when I used turmeric. More experimentation needed, methinks.

I was going to proffer the eggs as prosperity, as I read that this could be done, but I had left them upstairs. So I asked for continued prosperity for us and celebrated that Spring was here – and I’m writing this while snow showers have been coming down!

I really enjoyed this ritual, but wished I’d been able to find something on how the Irish celebrated the Spring Equinox. There are a lot of people who say they didn’t and maybe this is true.

Imbolc


As usual I cast the circle for my ritual. I’m not using a lighter to light candles again : that was the third time running that a lighter’s failed and I ended up lighting the candles from each other.

In the circle I welcomed Spring in, calling it by its Irish name of Earrach. I said a short piece about it being Brigit’s day. I then did the snake dance to wake the land up and cause things to grow.

I then broke the boxty bread I’d made, which is traditionally made in Ireland at Imbolc and placed each farl (which is a quarter) in the circle as an offering along with some milk. I then unwound the circle.