Today You sleep, my Love. I mourn Your passing, knowing that You are born again in December, knowing You will be vibrant and virile again in February, but missing You all the same. Today I wear black and green for You.
Today I honor those who have passed beyond the Hedge.
Betty Zaice, my grandmother-across-the-street. You were good to us, since the day we came to the neighborhood. You supported us best you knew how, for all that I was strange and all that happened to you. I honor you, and wish you peace.
Herry, you blessed little beast. Sometimes I still think I see you out of the corner of my eye. Sometimes I come home and think you’ll be on the pillows, waiting for love. You were one who could live on love. We miss you sorely.
Today I let go of my fears, my worries. I open a new venture with the blessings of my Sir and of Tamalut, and get ready to embark on another when He comes back to me. This is the year of new things.
Happy New Year. Blessed Samhain. Be at peace.