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Samhain: Winter Quarter Festival

Pronounced: ‘SAH-win’

Pastoral

Samhain coincides with when the livestock would be brought home after spending summer on the higher grasslands. At this time, the herds would be, providing the much-needed meat for winter and limiting the use of winter resources to keep the herd healthy.  It was a bloody time and highlights the cycle of life and death that Samhain is famous for.

Element

Bonfires are significant rituals on both Samhain and Beltane, as they are the holidays of death and life. In the autumn, this bonfire is built by the community. Each household lights a torch off of the bonfire, carries it deosil (clockwise) around their home, basically smudging it for protection. Then the flame is taken inside and the home hearth lit with it.

The Dead

Samhain is a liminal time, when the veil between the worlds is pulled thin. Many cultures mark this time, as the year moves into the darker days, by honoring those that are no longer with us. Feasts are held, altars are decorated, and we take the time to remember, and to celebrate.

The Magic of Samhain

Correspondences

Herbs: Pumpkin, Pomegranate, Mugwort, Rosemary
Totems: Bat, Black Cat, Owl
Stones: Obsidian, Onyx, Smoky Quartz
Colors: Black, Orange, Red
Offerings:  Pomegranate, Sugar Skull, Pumpkin

Spellwork

Transform
Wisdom
Reflect
Banish
Protect

Samhain Oil

3 drops Cinnamon
3 drops Ginger 
3 drops Orange

Symbols of Samhain

Carved Pumpkin

Originally it was turnips that were carved with a face and lit with a candle. Upon arriving in America, the pumpkin gourd became the traditional vessel for All Hallow’s Eve. This is a wonderful melding of cultural ideas and a reminder that magic is made with what is on hand. For fun, consider reading the short story, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” by Washington Irving. It is a frightening tale about an original scary pumpkin head.

Apple Bobing

Bobbing for apples was originally a game of romance in Europe. A large tub was filled with water. Ladies would carve their initials into the apples and drop them into the water. Gentlemen would then try to catch one with their teeth, without the use of their hands. The hope was that the desired match would be foretold. In New England, young women would try to peel the apple in one long piece. If successful, they would throw the peel strip over their shoulder and then peek to see what letter was formed by the peel upon the ground. This would be an initial of their future husband.

Day of the Dead

In Mexican Lore, on October 31st at midnight, the gates of heaven are opened and the spirits of all the dead children reunite with their families for one day. On the next day, the adults come out to play. Stunning altars are made in each home where they are decorated with candles, marigolds, and a wild abundance of food. Little toys and sweet treats are left for the children, while shots are set aside for the grown-ups. Sugar skulls were made by traditional folk artisans to represent a departed soul. On the forehead of the sugar skull was the name of the deceased, and it held a place of honor in the home or on the grave. Sugar skulls are characterized by big happy smiles, bright colors and sparkly adornments. They are often the centerpiece/s of the altar.

Sìth

Sìth (pronounced ‘she’) are a magical race that live underground in fairy mounds in a world parallel to ours. During Samhain, the Sìth can more readily enter into our world. This is a mixed blessing. These fairies are a proud and powerful race, so they expect offerings in order to remain in their favor. Food and drink are set aside for them, and they favor apples. What happens if this is neglected? Well they could simply be puckish, or they could prevent family or livestock from surviving a harsh winter. Sometimes, people would travel door-to-door in disguise, reciting verse in exchange for food. The costumes are thought to have been a way of hiding from the mischievous Sìth.

Wild Hunt

Samhain is the night of the Wild Hunt.  Prevalent in European folklore, the Wild Hunt is when the mythical or supernatural traverse our world, often in a wild frenzy to hunt an unknown creature.  The leader of the Hunt is an untameable figure with kinglike status.  Mortals who witness the Wild Hunt are thought to have touched death and may be abducted into the fairy realm or the underworld.  A stone that contains a naturally occurring hole was considered to be a protective amulet, allowing the wearer to return unharmed from wherever the Wild Hunt took them.

SAMHAIN EVE

Now, Queen, Farewell, for Samhain Eve is come.
Farewell to your flower fields and insect’s hum.
There is an edge of frost with airy blade
Sharpening the night and troubling the glade.
In velvet sky the stars are crystal bright.
Come, Halloween! Prepare the witch’s night.
The fallen leaves are crisp beneath our feet,
Ready for dancing at our merrymeet,
And bonfire waits the spark. Now stealthily,
Gather by dusk around the leafless tree,
Join hands and dance, invoke the Winter King.
Let power arise within the circles ring!
At summer’s end, the gates are open wide
Into the otherworld at Hollandtide,
And souls may come and go, strange things be seen,
Ere pales the dawn, the night of Halloween.

Doreen Valiente

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

SAMHAIN
In the season leaves should love,
since it gives them leave to move
through the wind, towards the ground
they were watching while they hung,
legend says there is a seam
stitching darkness like a name.
Now when dying grasses veil
earth from the sky in one last pale
wave, as autumn dies to bring
winter back, and then the spring,
we who die ourselves can peel
back another kind of veil
that hangs among us like thick smoke.
Tonight at last I feel it shake.
I feel the nights stretching away
thousands long behind the days
till they reach the darkness where
all of me is ancestor.
I move my hand and feel a touch
move with me, and when I brush
my own mind across another,
I am with my mother’s mother.
Sure as footsteps in my waiting
self, I find her, and she brings
arms that carry answers for me,
intimate, a waiting bounty.
“Carry me.” She leaves this trail
through a shudder of the veil,
and leaves, like amber where she stays,
a gift for her perpetual gaze.
Annie Finch

AUTUMN

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.

Emily Dickinson