On this night of thinning veils, pumpkins light the way and spirits come to call. The wind blows brisk and chill and the leaves have mostly fallen. The Earth goes to her rest as the plants die back and animals prepare to slumber.
The Crone begins her reign over this, the introspective and dark time of the year. This is a time of mysteries, of journeys and of self discoveries for those willing to face the darkness. This is a time of dying and letting go, but also of new beginnings and growth. For as in all cycles and circles, here on Samhain night, you will find balance.
May those who are here and those who have gone before us be muchly blessed as the wheel is begun anew. On this night of beginnings and endings, may you find that which your heart is seeking and let die that which you no longer need. Samhain blessings, my loves.