One of the problems with playing catch up is that everything is out of sync. I realised this morning whilst out doing a recce for our Alban Arthan ritual, that I haven’t posted about what we got up to at Samhuin yet!
We had our Ceremony on the Moss on Saturday 1st November. The ground was considerably more gloopy than it had been in the summer and was made worse by the machines which had churned up the main paths. A couple of us nearly lost a boot in the peat, we were jumped on by a very enthusiastic and muddy puppy, and there was a rather amusing episode as we all tried to negotiate a slope with a steep drop on one side. We were amazed at the number of huge fly agaric toadstools in the hedgerows.
We set up the circle in the dying light and held our ritual in the darkness. I decided to have a small fire bowl. I dithered about it for a good while, as I had nightmares about setting fire to the Moss (peat fires are hard to put out!) There was a strong breeze which carried the sparks across the ground and the evening was punctuated by people jumping to stamp on them as they came to land.
For a change we performed the ritual without a script which seemed to go very well. There is nothing so cosy as a fire, even if you’re having to stand round it in a wind and occasionally huddle together over it to coax it back to life. The Moss seemed rather bleak in the darkness. There were occasional explosions of light in the distance as rockets were let off. The moon, our Bright Mother, sailed across the sky and we drank a glass of mead and ate gingerbread with the Ancestors, as we talked about those in the Summerlands we missed especially.
It was a beautiful and moving evening.