I have begun the process of remembering my dead.
Now, I remember my dead all the time. I think of my Nana, maybe not daily, but several times a week. I think of all of our dead, from Iraq soldiers to 9/11 victims to the collective beloved dead in public life. I honor Robert Altman and Ella Fitzgerald and Ray Walston and Thomas Jefferson.
But at Samhain, we gather our dead close to us and raise a toast to them, or share a meal with them, or break bread with them.
So now, in the days leading up to our most holy festival, is a time to meditate on your beloved dead. Who do you remember and what do you remember about them? How can you best enjoy your time with them when the veil is thinnest? Will you tell a story about them, or will you tell them a story about you? What foods might you prepare that were favorites of your departed? What drinks might you serve? What mementos might you gather for your ancestor altar.
A friend just sent me photographs of Gerald Gardner’s grave in Tunisia. These will certainly be a part of my ancestor altar. And some pictures I always bring out once a year; a picture of John and I together just days before he died, a lovely card that Scott Cunningham sent me, a picture of my grandfather I’ve treasured since I was a little girl. But now is a time to meditate on that altar, and think, what is meaningful to me now, today? What is my relationship with these people? Who belongs on that altar?
May these meditations be productive, and may your Samhain be blessed.