Samhain in the Heart of the World...

One night in Avalon town,
the gardens of the Chalice opened their doors,
and to all they welcomed, with light and fair music,
such as fairies dance to.

​This was the night of the dead, 
when the ancestors, 
who created the earth beneath our feet, 
who fed the soil and allowed new life to grow, 
came to be honoured and upon them we bestowed, 
Samhain blessings and offerings to the waters.

We sat by the well and we listened to the water,
We watched the flickering lights against the darkness,
We wondered at the stars, shining so bright,
We felt the cold, on this dark night,
We lit ourselves up with the songs of the harp,
All painted with unicorns, the magic that musician spun,
Danced inside us, so that we remembered,
Exactly what it means to be
ALIVE

A child came and she gave us chocolate,
We played with her elephant toys,
We warmed our hands by the fire,
And the musician gave us the greatest gift of all:
A chance to play on his unicorn harp.

A cherished moment in my memory for ever,
A reminder of what we can do, that everything can be learned.
A reminder that nothing begins or ends,
That Samhain, All Hallows Eve, is a day of transformation,
That death is only the beginning of new life.
Long live living, if living can be this...