My strict policy of not doing anything during a full moon will not be followed this fine night. Mildly because I may have accidentally already started doing things.
Merry Samhain.
Let's slay some livestock, and salt some meat. Pies also in celebration. Heed the thin veil between the two worlds. A day of mourning twice amplified, Saturn's gaze. Peering through may lead to visions of better, of past, of understandable time. Intentions seem to be getting lost too frequently and this time of rebuilding is going to be used to an absurd extent. I always enjoy my own litte féile na marbh, however alone is the truth of the moment.
