"The veil grows thin at the time of the dead, as we honour our ancestors in whose footsteps we tread.
Life retreats into the bulbs and the roots, the time has passed for the flowers and fruits.
As leaves fall thick and cover the ground, the Dark Mother waits in silence profound." (Samhain prayer)
The significance of this night is one that does not go unnoticed with me. Especially this year with a dear one so recently passed. I welcome the thin veil between worlds. I set out rosemary for remembrance, sage for wisdom.
At the risk of sounding odd, I listen. Hoping to get a sense that loved ones who have gone are near. A magical sunrise or sky full of stars are my proof.