The Sage Lord dies this night. The veil is most delicate. Tonight we remember our ancestors; we feast with them and our Gods. The wheel begins anew, the nights grow longer, and winter approaches.
Tonight I stand in ritual with chosen family to honor those ancestors, and, while not bid farewell to my Horned Lord, certainly acknowledge His passage into the darkness that is death. Tonight I release all the things that hold me back, and begin anew myself.
May your day be warm, full of love and family and friends. Blessed Samhain.