Ever since I was a little girl, I've loved Halloween. Long before I learned about Persephone being queen of the underworld, I've had a fasciation for the spooky, the eerie, the unexplained. Now, as an adult, this fascination has not wavered. Even though I don't head out to trick or treat anymore, I see this time of year as what it is: what the Celts call Samhain, a crack between worlds. Being raised Catholic, I was always fascinated that All Saints Day and All Souls Day were celebrated at this time of year.
|All Souls Day, William-Adolphe Bouguereau|
As a child I wondered how there could be a connection between the holy days of the church and the most exciting holiday of any child's calendar. As an adult, I continue to savor these connections, seeing how far back I can go, how deep I can dig, to unearth the chthonic roots of our religious holy days.
Call it All Saint's Day, All Soul's Day, All Hallow's Eve or Halloween, this season signifies the end of summer and official start of fall in the Celtic calendar. It is thought to be the time of year when the veil between our world and the afterworld (or Underworld) becomes thinnest and is most easily penetrated. So even though it's fun to feast on your favorite candy, take a moment to carve out a pumpkin (or any gourd), light a candle, and place it inside. Close your eyes, listen to the wind in the trees and feel the earth turn on its axis. This is a sacred time of the year, to connect to the feminine earth, to connect to your deepest self.
Make a wish and expect it to come true.