the pacific northwest provides a perfect backdrop today for  the eve of all hallow’s eve, an ancient celtic fire festival  known as samhain, dia de muertos, howloween…  a season for leaping into the void and welcoming the oncoming darkness and accompanying reflection cycle while honoring the spirits now present during the thinning of veils between upper and lower worlds… yes, the pacific northwest serves as a perfect backdrop with her blustery winds and earth softened soil ready to receive divination and other worldly communications in this season of letting all fall away, of coming home to essence, coming home to the present moment, to the breath of eternal life…

when we surrender to this natural movement of our soul, we can and must bring forth pieces of the personal and collective shadow that need to come into the light for healing, evolving, becoming… yes to letting the hallows dance of life begin!

howlelujah!  we celebrate however you name this day as a witching hour calling for culling, releasing, co-creating changes in consciousness/weaving magic… in this liminal space, we prepare the nest for the birth of the new, a sacred space for us to be like shedding snakes or trees… shedding our old skins or leaves and resting in the dark while the fire turns to ash and is spread on the earth to germinate the new…

a day to reflect on what to die to, what to let go of as we embark on a journey of trust and surrender into the unknown… a day to connect with ancestors and the unchanging wisdom of the sages…

a day to dance in the dark, in great mystery… a day to surrender to the rhythm of eternity… in truth, there is no separation… no veils, no closed doors, no locked gates… today, let us release limitation and loosen the sail of imagination… let us valorously sally forth and stand unconditionally in a gathering of boundless love…