LJ Idol: Week Six - "Ghosts"

[ckocher]

Standing on the bridge that crosses
The river that goes out to the sea
The wind is full of a thousand voices
They pass by the bridge and me.

         - Loreena McKennitt, “All Souls Night”

Cornbread crumbled into a glass of milk, a Camel cigarette sitting in the ashtray next to it. Homemade hush puppies fried with catfish, a glass of iced tea on the table. A cup of coffee, the jade sugar bowl carefully washed and filled. My family has gathered once again for supper but there is only silence where voices were once heard. My mind is on times past, of physical touch that no longer exists, of long-distance conversations that have ceased. I allow myself to grieve, to wish for the 'one more time' that inevitably is stolen from us all. But I celebrate too, knowing that their journey is not over, that the cycle continues. I smile as I remember fragments of time, never knowing what memories will surface but delighting in them all.

This is my ritual, this is how I honor the beloved dead.

I think of those ancestors I never knew. I think of my great-grandmother – all I have is a picture of her in a hospital bed, holding a baby in her arms. That was me, just a few days before she died. I feel her with me tonight, our souls reaching out to touch each other in greeting. I look at photographs of other ancestors that are gone from this world and think of their lives, the living and dying that led to my own existence.

This is my ritual, this is how I honor the unknown dead.

I think beyond those dead of my family line and feel the weight of other spirits settle around me. These are strangers to me, at least in this lifetime. I honor their presence as they dance through this sacred space, spirits whose names and faces are lost to the world. On this night, all are welcome to my small fire and all have a place at my table.

This is my ritual, this is how I honor the forgotten dead.

I know that where they are now, I too will be. Those I love will cross that veil one by one, and the tears of that someday grief mark my skin even now. But until that time comes, until the cycle renews, I have those suppers and conversation. I can look into their eyes, touch their skin, hear their voices and laughter twined with mine. I honor those moments, and I renew my pledge to drink the beauty of the living in as deeply as I can every single day.

This is my ritual, this is how I honor the future dead.

Blessed Samhain.


*** This is my Week 6 entry in therealljidol. This week's topic was "Ghosts." I would love to hear what you thought about it, and would appreciate your vote when the time comes. Thanks for reading! ***

Comments

[kathrynrose.livejournal.com]

Thank you for this. It is beautiful.

[eithnenicole.livejournal.com]

well done crystal.

[caersidi.livejournal.com]

Beautiful.

[shadowwolf13]

Beautiful!

Because I'm a solitary it's always wonderful to have a peek into another's worship.

[lilmissmagic71.livejournal.com]

Lovely lovely lovely... I can't say that enough.

[bewize.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing.

[solstice-singer.livejournal.com]

This was amazingly special! Samhain holds a great deal of meaning for me, and you articulated it perfectly. Blessings to you and yours on this most sacred of evenings.

[agirlnamedluna.livejournal.com]

Beautiful words, written in a very ritual-like style. I may inspire my own ritual around this :)

[baxaphobia.livejournal.com]

Beautifully written!

[elderwoodpixie.livejournal.com]

Wonderful! Well written and spiritually powerful; I can feel the weight of history in your ritual.

[jenandbronze.livejournal.com]

I loved your ritual and how you deal with it... Great job!

[rosepurr.livejournal.com]

This is beautiful.

[thndrstd.livejournal.com]

I loved this. Some beautiful writing. Thanks for sharing.

[bodlon.livejournal.com]

This is gorgeous. Thank you for sharing it with us.

[roina-arwen.livejournal.com]

Beautifully written!