Blessed Samhain.
In just a few more nights, it will be "the" night. It will be the one night of the year when the Veil is thinnest of all the nights of the year. This is my night, my time of the year. Dark, cool, and quiet out; that outside of me reflects that within me. This is my favorite time in the whole year.
The world grows quiet, and in the twilit silence, we can hear the whispers of the dead. We are at the crossroads. It is that time of year when we choose our path for the next. Queen Hekate stands watch, and Her fearsome visage fools many into thinking that we cannot ask for direction or advice. This is my time, Her time... your time, and all you have to do is embrace it.
May the Queen of Air and Darkness bless you. May the Lord of the Paths bless you.
I hope some kids come to the door. We actually have candy to give them, for once.
The world grows quiet, and in the twilit silence, we can hear the whispers of the dead. We are at the crossroads. It is that time of year when we choose our path for the next. Queen Hekate stands watch, and Her fearsome visage fools many into thinking that we cannot ask for direction or advice. This is my time, Her time... your time, and all you have to do is embrace it.
May the Queen of Air and Darkness bless you. May the Lord of the Paths bless you.
I hope some kids come to the door. We actually have candy to give them, for once.