In the north of the world, it is a time of transition. The moving from the light of summer to the dark of winter. The time where the “death” of the crops in the fields yields up the grain we eat. We cull the herds for winter meat and pick fruit from the orchards before the sap runs back into the ground. It is a time when death and mortality are especially close.
And so, our ancestors marked this time with Samhain, Halloween, All Souls Day, and The Day of the Dead to honor the in-between time; the time between the long days of summer and the cold nights of winter. Of course, we seem to have forgotten the wisdom of our ancestors. We don’t believe in ghost and goblins anymore or the need to dress up and frighten them away, so we party and dress up in all manner of fun things, which is wonderful, because who doesn’t need a party? But what of the dead, are they not still with us?