And on Solstice Day, my true love sent to me . . .
A song & slideshow from our family to yours.
Last night our friends gathered to honor the changing tide and to remember our loved ones now on the other side of the veil. We built this altar for our ancestors. Isn't it beautiful? Thanks to Chele for such a gorgeous photo (click on it to see a larger version.)
Earlier in the day, Betsy and I set up little shrines along the loop trail in our woodsy backyard. Craig raked the leaves, laid out rope lights along the path and sprinkled sand on slippery flagstones. Deb & Michael brought torches, and those were lit at each station, to illuminate the shrines. Even though we live in semi-suburbia, our third-acre lot backs up to five acres of woods and the mountain beyond. So after nightfall, it was quite dark, isolated and very magical.
A light rain and breeze rustled up the leaves. After singing chants inside the house, we walked in procession outside, carrying candles and offerings. Humming "when we are gone, they will remain; earth and wind, fire and rain . . . " we stopped at each shrine to offer a stone, a shell, a necklace, a bit of chocolate, a handful of nuts. Honoring the spirits of the land and the spirits of our Beloved Dead who hovered oh so close, a whisper on the wind.