As we step into Samhain — the Celtic roots of what the world now calls Halloween — we are invited to remember the playful and powerful witch that sings deep inside of us - the one who desires, dances, delights and knows they are pure magick; 

A Witch’s Soliloquy
Bones awake.
Fire stirs.
Magic calls.

The night is clear, the air is thick and the twilight hums.
The Stories rise - ancient, personal - alive like drums.

Can you feel it in your bones?
The veil thin between worlds.
Some days almost invisible.
And others… no veil a-tall.
Tonight, Samhain, a celebration and a call.
The magic is potent always here, for one, for all.

Halloween. Samhain. All Hallows’ Eve.
Names change and stories layer, yet the Magic still bends and weaves.

As the water cleanses and the fire burns.The ancient wisdom always remains:
Endings and beginnings.
Harvest and Rejuvenation.

A Celebration of What has passed.
What is resting. What is brewing. What is emerging.
And What waits in delight to be claimed. Ancestral wisdom woven into our bones, into the soil, into the fire of life itself, our home.

This nigh doth invite your play.
To don the cloak of a goddess.
Or to paint your cheeks as La Muerte.
To dance, to cackle, to sip and to spell.

To step fully into the energy where your wishes silently dwell.

To chant and cast from the depths of the Spirit within.

To remember that magic is alive and you are where it begins.
To weave with the elements, true and strong, for they are listening and playing your song.
Remember blessed be; You have always been capable of much, much, more than you've ever allowed yourself to believe.

So pick up your witches wand this night, and place your crown accordingly with Light. The wind has whispered that this night is ripe, and the fires burn away all old spite.

Watch as the Spirit of your Ancestors dance and take forms. Feel there protection, love layered so thick it cannot be torn. Now, listen as they celebrate you, and talk about how beautifully you always transform.

On this Hallows Eve, we ask not once and not twice. It is three times we shall ask of you, so that for you it is clear and concise - What dance shall bring your bones to life, and what song does your soul year to sing from the depths of you this night? 

You'll know the answer bright as day and clear as night, if your bones are tingling. If your heart is stirring. If your fire is rising. That's how you'll know. So mote it be.

Oh how I love the rhythm of words that dance through the mind, that roll off the tongue, then lift your heart ablaze with fire - Only to realize as I write this last line... 'Twas words that caressed my very soul.

I hope you enjoyed this soliloquy from the muse of the playful witch within!

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Where ancestral wisdom meets modern alchemy.
Where your fire becomes something you carry into every day.

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Sending you all much love,

Erin 

P.S. The veil is thin. Forever. Always. Tonight, it calls to you. Step fully into your magic, your power, your freedom, and play!