We are at Samhain

Calling on the ancestors, bless our life with the strength of a thousand mothers. Renew the Old, we hold the new, let the wheel turn again. When the veil is thin once more, we shall wave and weave, mourn and rejoice, learn and feed. Bide the magic law we trust, in perfect love and perfect lust. Circles within circles, our roots will touch and spring again. Seeking death to translate life, it’s time to enjoy the lights of the night.