Beginning yesterday,I light a small white candle on the altar of my ancestors for seven nights and say a prayer. Trying to remember, in detail, each face I knew and loved. Remembering their touch, smell and voice. How it felt to be in their home surrounded by all that loud crazy family, or how my grandmother's hair looked after I put one hundred bobby pins in it to form little buns all over her head. Ahhh, the smell of Aquanet and Noxzema. Sending these loving memories to those beyond the veil really connects me to who I am and I feel their support lifting me. These memories will live within me always. Here's a Samhain (celtic new year) prayer that I use.
I miss you most upon each Samhain
when the boundary turns to sheer
I wait until the veil is parted
At the ending of the year.
Sweet spirit, as you walk among us
At the tolling of this eve
I see your face beyond the sunset
and hear your voice upon the breeze.
In the glowing of the candle
From the shadow on the wall
I watch for you in every movement
and hear your footsteps in the hall.
Can you sit and spend the evening
As the portal opens wide?
Ancestral dead, I bid you welcome
Most recent dead, I pray, abide.
When you come I sense your presence
I put my hand out in the air
A moment, then, we stand united
Palm to palm while waiting there.
I miss you most upon each Samhain
When the boundary turns to sheer
We share these hours until the dawning
Then bid farewell until next year.
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