The title is a bit of a holiday mash-up, I admit, but I have yet to come up with a single name for the holy days that I celebrate this time of year. As an eclectic practitioner who does a substantial amount of work with the dead and dying, this time of year has become my highest of holy periods. There’s feasting, rituals, offerings for the dead and deities alike, prayers, a good bit of spiritual renewal… you name it, it’s a part of these important days. Samhain has been my fallback term for the spiritual celebrations at this time of year, but I’ve realized that my way of celebrating the holiday isn’t entirely in line with the traditions of this holiday either. So what is it that I’m celebrating then? Hallowhain? All Muertos? The Grim Reaper’s Birthday? International Psychopomp Awareness Day? Damned if I know what to call it.
In any case, whatever you name it, that time of year has come around again. I’ve had to scale back this year, largely due to mobility issues stemming from a recent knee injury. Cooking a full blown Samhain supper was out of the question, as was hobbling down the steep embankments to the river to do my usual work there. Even the usual purification bath got nixed this year because getting up from slippery tub with a wibbly-wobbly knee wasn’t happening. However, I did manage most of the usual offerings and prayers, libations and roll calls. The deities to whom I owed offerings and thanks got those in plenty as well. The vital work was done, at the very least. Maybe I should refer to this year’s celebrations as All Hallowhain de Muertos Lite.