Samhain wisdom from the Crafty Kitchen Witch

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave …and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye – 1932

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The veil between worlds thins. Ancestors visit. Beloved and not so beloved dead are close enough to touch.

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What will you let in, what will you banish, before the wheel of the year turns deeper into the winter’s dark?  Choose wisely.   Leap high over the fire.

  Seeds of spring are tucked in now to rise again after the season of sleep.  On the other side of the world they are already rising.

Make room.

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