
Today is Halloween and tomorrow is the Day of the Dead. It was believed that at this time of the year the veil between worlds was thin and that the dead could walk amongst the living. In Hoodoo there is the belief that the dead are always amongst us, influence the living, and that to understand life one must commune with the dead. Many cultures have elements of ancestor worship or ways in which the dead play an important part in the lives of the living.
I think in a way the dead are always with us. We are where we are in so many aspects because of our ancestors. One day, if we are lucky, we will be the ancestors. Humanity stretches backward in a long chain of generations and connects to the very elements of the cosmos. I think it is wise to remember the dead, acknowledge the impact of their lives on our own, and listen for the whisper of their spirits.
This evening I raise a glass of cider to Great Grandpa Miller who taught me to be fearless, curious, outrageous, and carry on.
This evening I raise a glass of cider to Great Grandma Miller who taught me to love and even though my greatest pain has come from loving at least I have known I could love and what love was.
This evening I raise a glass of cider to Grandma Hansen whose brilliant common sense and keen intellect forced me to think and examine.
This evening I raise a glass of cider to all my ancestors who came before and whose achievements have made life better for those who live now.
I am going to set cookies and cider out for any roaming spirits so that they can partake of the sweetness of life.




