For years, I really only went through the motions of the ancestor reverence that is so prominent during this season. My intentions were good, but I have been lucky enough to experience few losses in my more than 40 years. The most recent dead on my Samhain altar had been my grandfather, who passed in 2004. I honored the festival, but never really felt it.
When we feel secure, the cycles of life and death can remain at a safe, philosophical distance. But last year, inevitably, the lessons of the dying season became more real to me. I could feel the crone creeping closer. I warned my spouse and prayed death wouldn’t visit too intimately with us.
I realized that hanging onto all this baby stuff was obviously anchoring me to that part of my past. More importantly, taking the hard, painful step of letting it go would be a significant action I can take to show the universe – and my ancestors – that I am ready to heal this pattern in my line. It’s not mine and I don’t want it. I’ll count on the feng shui principle that clearing out this space will open me to greater opportunities and supportive energy.