Theory into practice

Witchlette, as I have shared before, is very interested in ancestor veneration.

This past weekend, on Saturday, we gathered with many of Hubby’s maternal side of the family. In the past year, Hubby’s 2nd cousin passed away. He, and Hubby’s great aunt, were honored at the dinner with a reserved empty chair and a plate of food for the ancestor and Fae. All week, Witchlette was talking about how excited she was to visit with D & S, our hosts, and all of the cousins. When we got there and she realized how many people were present, and how many of them she didn’t know, she clammed up.

As I read the ancestor welcome, L, the sister of the cousin and daughter of the great aunt, collected food samplings on a small plate and put it aside for their spirits.

To those who have gone before,

To those whose names live in our hearts and dance upon our lips,

To those whose names have been lost in the sea of time,

To those whose bones lie above and below the earth,

To those whose ashes have traveled on the winds,

We, the living, bid you welcome and entrance.

The plan was to leave the food by a tree towards the end of the night and formally bid the ancestors farewell. Over the course of the night, everyone became distracted and a formal farewell never happened. While watching over the moon before leaving, however, I said a quiet farewell to close the door to D and S’s home and keep none lingering.


Ancestor veneration

Witchlette is very interested in her ancestors. It started back with Moana and her favorite character, the Ancestor Chief with the pineapple crown. This is especially relevant in November, as everywhere there is discussions of family and heritage. 

For a school project, Witchlette is competing a family tree. We went back to mine and Hubby’s great grandparents. 

Both Witchlette and Witchling sleep with blankies made by Grandma Glory. Witchlette was making holiday cards for some family members, and Witchling made a card for Grandpa Chet. 

The ancestors are very much alive in our home. 

Inviting the ancestors

This evening at dinner, we invited our ancestors by discussing our Beloved Dead and our Forgotten Dead, and our heritates, and how all of it has led to Witchlette and Witchling. 

We raised a toast to our ancestors, both Beloved and Forgotten Dead. Witchlette called for a “Blessed Be” and Witchling answered my cheers with a “Skal!”

We left a plate of food for spirits to join us at our table. 

We have our jack-o’-lanterns lit on our walkway, just before the window where the plate sits at the Spirts’ seat. 

After dinner, we had some delightful trick or treating, including a few houses in our neighborhood that gave away whole candy bars to folks who made it through all the scary and to the front door. We made it to one!


Samhain Blessings

Last night, I rung in the New Year with some of my best gals. We enjoyed each other’s company, with tea and wine and divination well into the wee hours of the morning. I’m fully hoping this will be a new trend that we will continue year in and year out. πŸ™‚

Tonight, the family will be doing an ancestors supper where we will include a plate for generations past to join our table. We will be talking about Halloween, Samhain, and Winternights.

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Today, I began the day with teaching my English III class “The Raven” and I am dressed in full regalia today- purple cloak made by my mother-in-law, black and purple witch hat, black dress I bought specifically for Samhain last year…everything that makes me feel Witchy.

May your Witch’s New Year be plentiful.

May your preparations for the coming dark be fruitful.

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Ancestor journey

I don’t know your names

I don’t know your stories

I feel the call to know you 

But know not what to say

Journeying through eons past

Without a guide

Without a map

Back beyond years of conversion

To my true history


10th day of Yule

Today was our vacation day of this winter break. This morning we went to Winterpast, a farm/petting zoo that takes in rescue livestock and raises chickens for eggs. Then we had lunch at one of our favorite places when we’re on the north side of town. After a failed attempt at a nap, we went for a nice walk on the Greenway then played at the playground. 

While at the slides, Witchlette decreed that we hadn’t yet opened the box for today! 😯

Upon returning home, we opened the box and learned that today is dedicated to ancestors. 

Witchlette knows some basic stories about two of her great-grandfathers: one turned off the lighthouse in New Jersey so the bad guys (Nazi ships in WWII) couldn’t find the land and hurt people. The other she knows the most about having a hankie (it’s how I convinced her to take one in the car after she kept needing to blow her nose but wouldn’t stop shredding her tissues) and that he was very proud of being Irish and liking the [awful] Rangers. 

Today, we talked about all of the countries we come from and her lineage. We looked at a globe and found them all: Hubby’s dad: Nebraska area Cherokee, Ireland, England; Hubby’s mom: Poland; my dad’s: Ireland, Italy, Lithuania, Russia; my mom’s: England, Sweden, Germany. 

Note: I’d like to make a nice scrapbooking page for each side of the family going back a few generations. Maybe I can have that done by next Yule…