A blessing for All Hallows’ Eve:

May you find enchantment in the spaces where the veil is thin.

May you remember you belong. Inside the turning seasons. Inside life + death. Inside a vast + expansive communion of spirit.

May you feel the presence of your ancestors + remain anchored in the power of your lineage + draw strength from the saints who came before.

May the turning of the seasons ground you + remind you that you are participating, always, in a great unfolding.

May the migrations above draw you closer to your own intuitive knowing + instinctive wisdom.

And may what’s most sacred + alive in this world (+ beyond) never stop haunting you.