I spent most of my Samhain on an airplane. Not the ideal way to spend the holiday, but I was returning to Boston from a weekend in San Francisco so it was just one of those things. It was nearly midnight when I got to my apartment from the airport. I unpacked, did some reading about Samhain on some of my favorite pagan blogs, read Christopher Penzcak's entry on Samhain on his website, and basically crashed.

The wedding I was in San Francisco to attend was beautiful and lots of fun. Essentially it was a weekend long series of eating opportunities punctuated by a quirky ceremony on a lawn at the Presidio. There was a flower man, the ceremony was performed by a friend who had become certified for the occasion, and the vows were written by the couple for each other and kept a secret until the ceremony. It was touching and funny and most of all it was completely them. It made me realize what kind of connection one can and should find in another person you pledge to spend your life with. Instead of making me wistful - as other recent weddings have - this one made me hopeful.

Being in San Francisco again made me feel like I'd gone home. I was feeling a very powerful pull and when I heard that it was snowing in Boston on Saturday it was nearly enough to make me turn in my ticket and stay! Recently life in Boston has taken a turn for the better - new job, new spiritual journey, new and old friends. It will be an interesting process to sort out all the complex feelings I'm having right now about where I want to live and what I want to do with my life.

I do regret missing the Samhain ritual in Cambridge. I'm sure it was wonderful and powerful and magical in every sense of the word. With the dark of the moon falling on this past weekend, I'm sure the veils were thin and the ability to walk between them strong. I feel a bit adrift, not having an outlet to explore the Sabbat with other pagans and not quite skilled or practiced enough to do it on my own. An opportunity missed. But it strengthens my resolve to improve my knowledge and skills.

Lots of old things falling away and many new ones beginning. Lots of good work to do. I wrote in the last pages of my old journal over the weekend - the one that got me through Witchcraft One. Today - the day after Samhain, November 1st, the New Moon - I opened a new Moleskine. There is something very symbolic and significant in that.

Posted by Angela-Eloise at 9:02 AM