Welcome,
Dear soul.
As the wheel of the year turns to Samhain.
The harvest is gathered in.
And the veil between worlds grows thin.
This is the time to honor all who walked before you.
Before us.
Tonight,
We honor the grandmothers.
The women whose love made a way for you.
The ones you knew.
The ones you heard about.
And the ones whose names were carried off on the wind.
And all who mothered you.
By blood or by love.
We all carry their song.
So find a place to rest.
And when you are ready.
Gently close your eyes.
Feel the surface you have chosen.
To support you.
And begin to breathe in gently.
Feel the breath fill you Warm.
And breathe out.
And allow your body to rest upon the earth.
Again.
Breathing in.
And breathing out.
Begin to feel roots growing down from your body,
Reaching into the dark rich earth.
Down through the autumn leaves,
Down through time.
Before your mother was born.
While she was forming within her own mother.
The tiny beginning of you was already held within her.
Your grandmother carried your mother.
And within your mother,
She carried you.
Three hearts beating as one.
Three generations within one heartbeat.
Soul's reminder.
That you began in your grandmother's embrace.
In this song of uniting love.
Now imagine a fire glowing in the autumn dark.
Warm,
Golden,
Welcoming.
Around this fire,
The grandmothers are gathering.
One by one.
They come forward into the light.
Hands that kneaded bread,
Hands that tended the garden,
Hands of weavers.
Hands that rock little ones through the long night.
And behind them,
Their grandmothers.
And behind them,
Theirs.
A circle of women reaching back through every harvest.
Through every autumn fire.
Feel them gathered around you now.
Feel their love all around you.
Warm as the fire.
Now listen.
Beneath the crackle of the fire.
The grandmothers are humming.
A lullaby.
An old,
Old melody,
Gentle and low.
The one they hummed to their little ones.
And it down from heart to heart.
This melody lives in you.
In your voice,
In your hands.
In the way you love.
Allow one of the grandmothers to come close to you now.
She has a gift for you.
The word.
An image.
A feeling.
Receive it now.
Hold her gift to your heart.
Breathe it in.
Now feel the grandmothers rest their hands upon you.
Their strength lives in you.
Their wisdom lives in you.
And feel too.
The ones who will come after you.
The little ones.
And their little ones.
One day,
You will be a grandmother's melody for them.
Maybe you are a grandmother now,
Singing their soul's song.
This song of uniting love.
You You are a verse in this long and beautiful song.
Hummed before you,
Hummed through you,
Hummed on.
Gently the fire glows down to embers.
The grandmothers returned to the circle.
Their humming carried on the night air.
You begin to feel your body again your breath.
And the earth beneath you.
Carry on the soul song.
This song of uniting love.
From grandmothers.
To you.
And forward now.
When you are ready.
Softly open your eyes.
Feel the embrace of your grandmothers,
Always.
And feel them now,
Especially.
During silence.
The veil is thin.
And they are here to support you.
To love you.
And to help you carry your song forward.
Go gently,
Dear soul.
