Border crossingMagda Pecsenye
Tonight, Halloween night, is said to be the time of year in which the border between the living and the dead is weakest, most porous. All sorts of religions recognize this day, from Samhain to All Saints’ Day to Dia de los Muertos. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Martin Luther posted his 95 Theses and started the Reformation on October 31 (1517), either. It’s a powerful, special time.
It’s special, because it’s liminal space. It’s a time of movement, of waiting. Of stopping to listen to things we can’t always hear.
The idea of a connection to the dead can be creepy, but it doesn’t have to be. If we think of this connection as an opportunity to see in ourselves the wisdom of those who came before us, it becomes strengthening. If we wait quietly instead of waiting hard, we can hear our own wisdom. Letting ourselves be in this liminal space can give us clarity.
Once the trick or treating is over, and once you’ve raided your kids’ candy, allow yourself to sit quietly. Enjoy the rest of this night. Really stop and listen to yourself.
Listen to your own wisdom.
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