On Halloween/Samhuin/All Saints we light candles and lanterns to remember and honour the ancestors.
This bright Supermoon brought a memory of my grandmother. It was a strange sensation, as though she were in the room washing over me in a wave of affection. The memories of her smile, whenever I shared my dreams and secrets, brought with them a warm glow, enhancing that feeling of security since she always cared for me as a child. She was my rock in the often-stormy sea of my parents’ problems.
From Feminism and Religion magazine
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