That was Samhain, and we have passed through the doorway into the dark half of the year. Yesterday was an ending; today is a beginning; this is the time of the silence and what the silence holds. That was Halloween, first of the great festivals at which the barrier between the living and the fancy-dress industry is at its weakest. No costume sold that will last until this time next year. We celebrate two festivals - the traditional and the commercial - and in doing so, perhaps we can't help but celebrate the duality at the heart of all things; I learn that the heart has two sets of two valves - one set is called the "semilunar", which is convenient. Wild day yesterday, wind and rain, then rain in the night and a still morning. Convenient weather for a transition, although the fires would have needed to be banked-up, covered, allowing the flame to smoulder unseen ... which fits.
Perhaps next year I should mark the occasion with a bonfire, but perhaps the appropriate bonfire would be covered so thickly in leaves that it wouldn't burst into flame until well into the following day. First compromise of an earlier priesthood: give them a proper midnight fire, rather than the appropriate damp heap emitting no more than one or two wisps of smoke.