My heart is so full. 🍂🕯️❤️
Yesterday, for Lunar Samhain, around 150 beautiful souls gathered for our annual Community Samhain Ritual, honouring our ancestors, remembering those who came before us, and celebrating the sacred cycles of life, death, and renewal.
Every year, I walk away feeling that this was our most beautiful ritual yet. Somehow, every year, the magic deepens.
I feel so grateful to be one of the Weavers who bring this gathering to life. There is so much love, care, creativity, and intention woven into every detail. And then our community arrives, bringing their presence, their stories, their grief, their gratitude, their voices, and their open hearts. Together, we create something that none of us could create alone. ✨
This year was especially meaningful for me in a few ways.
I had the honour of serving as Water Priestess, calling in the element of Water and the sacred direction of the West. Our ritual centred around grief, and Water represented our weep, the tears we carry, the losses we have experienced, and the love that continues to flow even when someone is no longer with us. It was deeply moving to hold space for this element, inviting our grief to be witnessed, honoured, and allowed to flow. 💧
On Samhain Eve, October 31st, I made my very first ritual broom, a besom. That evening, she was blessed in a beautiful, intimate ceremony with a circle of priestesses. Yesterday was only the second time I worked with her in ritual, and already I feel what a powerful ceremonial ally she is becoming.
What makes this even more precious is the ancestral connection. My grandfather used to make brooms and weave baskets. As I worked with my hands, I couldn’t help but feel that I was touching something much older than myself. A thread connecting me to him, to the wisdom of making things by hand, and to the generations who came before us.
I’ve dabbled in basket weaving before, and the longing to explore it more deeply has stayed with me. Perhaps this winter is the time! We have a wonderful basket weaving guild here on our magical island, and I might just join them. 🧺
I also had the joy of singing in our ritual choir. There is something so powerful about voices coming together, especially when we sing to honour our ancestors. The song you hear accompanying this post is The Veil Is Thin at Samhain, by Flora Ware, sung by our beautiful choir during yesterday’s ritual. Every time I hear it, I feel transported back into the magic of our gathering. ❤️
And to everyone who came, who helped create the altars, who sang, witnessed, remembered, offered, and simply showed up with an open heart: thank you.
Thank you to my fellow Weavers for the love and magic we create together, year after year.
These gatherings remind me how precious it is to have a community that makes space for ritual, for remembering, for grief, for beauty, and for belonging.
May we continue to honour those whose lives made ours possible. May we remember that we never walk alone.
With a very full heart. ❤️
