BETWEEN THE ANCESTORS AND THE ELVES

lfablót, Samhain, Calan Gaeaf, Pooky Night or even plain old Hallowe'en, whatever you call this festival—if you celebrate it, what exactly is your practice? This festival means different things to different people; there's no right or wrong way to observe it, it’s whatever you feel is right.

​For many, this is simply a time for children to dress up and go door to door 'trick or treating,' usually without any knowledge of the meaning or history behind the custom. In essence, 'Trick or Treat' is now a cheerful, commercialised, and distilled version of centuries of traditions. Others might attend costume parties, equally unaware of the celebrations' deep roots.

​The celebration's origins are primarily based on the ancient Celtic New Year, which marked the end of summer, the conclusion of the harvest, and the beginning of the dark, cold winter. Crucially, it is also one of the points of the year when the veil between worlds is the thinnest.

​Recently, while looking through my many blog posts, I realised I have only ever written about this festival once in all the years, and even then, it was a social observation, not a personal reflection.

​My practice at this time of year is deeply personal, reflective, and very moving. It's true that in the past, we hosted some brilliant parties, mainly for the kids, but there was always a later time for quiet reflection. I spend time giving thanks to my ancestors. I remember those who are no longer with us in this world and give offerings to venerate my lineage. If I can, I light a small fire, light a candle and incense, and speak a few dedicated words. In recent years, I’ve made a more conscious effort to perform this ritual, ensuring I remember and honour those who came before.

​However you celebrate, if you do, I wish you and your ancestors good blessings on this night.