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While I totally consider myself a witch, I wouldn't say I'm a Wiccan anymore. I did the Coven thing, and it was awesome, and I love the people in it like family to this day--if any one of them called and asked for help, I'd be there, even though it's been over a decade since we circled. When we disbanded, due to changing lives, and new ailments, lack of time and energy, it broke my heart. I still miss them, every moon, every Sabbat. Halloween, we would write the things we wanted to let go of in the coming year on flash paper, and stuff them in a carefully hollowed pumpkin. Then, we'd light the paper, and the ensuing pillar of flame would consume anxiety or bad habits, or old grudges. It was very visual and visceral, the heat like a wall, and the fire so bright it would leave afterimages. More, it was fun. Our record for highest flame topped out at about 8 feet.
Halloween was always my Sabbat. It didn't matter who else did the others, and I took my turn at them, too. But Halloween...I've always called the dark my time. The crow and the cat are mine, blood and bone mine to call.
Some years, it was harder than others. Last year especially, the dark time had a cruel lash to it as we said goodbye to my mother before the light returned, and when it did, it never seemed to burn as brightly.
I think it's going to be rough this year, but Samhain wasn't too bad. Still can't watch the end of Big Hero Six, though. We were in the theater watching when we got the call to come home. (She was already gone, but the paramedics were still trying. They tried far longer than anyone had the right to ask.)
This was held over from being posted by our fucked up phone and internet. I finally decided that as big a pain in the ass as it is to type on my phone, I should suck it up.
Halloween was always my Sabbat. It didn't matter who else did the others, and I took my turn at them, too. But Halloween...I've always called the dark my time. The crow and the cat are mine, blood and bone mine to call.
Some years, it was harder than others. Last year especially, the dark time had a cruel lash to it as we said goodbye to my mother before the light returned, and when it did, it never seemed to burn as brightly.
I think it's going to be rough this year, but Samhain wasn't too bad. Still can't watch the end of Big Hero Six, though. We were in the theater watching when we got the call to come home. (She was already gone, but the paramedics were still trying. They tried far longer than anyone had the right to ask.)
This was held over from being posted by our fucked up phone and internet. I finally decided that as big a pain in the ass as it is to type on my phone, I should suck it up.
