A Samhain Sending

Somehow, this solitary witch found herself alone in a great, old, vibrant city this Samhain. She wanted to wander the streets and see the people who live there, to study their faces and feel their desires, their needs, to wonder about their stories and heartbreaks. She craved feeling the heartbeat of a place where there is art and creativity and music and museums and galleries.

She has listened to poetry read by thin bards with black beards, watched magick flow from the hands of guitarists, and stood in awe before paintings she has dreamt of seeing. But Samhain approaches, and as she soaks up the darkness and the moonlight, one raven calls her to hurry home, and soon. Those who she calls her companions at home—the fox and the raven, the oaks, and the deep silver lakes—want her back with them, for they can feel the stirring of what is to come.

And so, she will heed them and savour one last night in the mad, beautiful human world, in the creative outpourings that can be amongst the best our humanity has to offer. But on the morrow, she will return, for her heart’s work is a calling, and only she knows the ways of the land that calls her by her true name.

A messenger or message to call you back to your true work. A beautiful break from routine comes to an end. What has been gifted will stay with you always. An enriching time. Preparing for a serious period. Earnest work. Responsibilities that are also a joy. A reminder of where your heart lies.

Being caught up in a new environment, people and experiences. Avoiding a return. Drawing out a long stay away from what you need to do. A reluctance to face what must be confronted and transformed.