Honoring the Ancestors

I always seem to get depressed around this time of the year, what I like to call the nighttime of the year. I tend to feel down a lot & just not like myself. When this happens I usually do a rite & leave offerings for my beloved Mother Dear & any other ancestor of mine who wants to claim me.

As this Halloween rolls closer in, I'm feeling somewhat lonesome of spirit but never of heart, for this year I have my beloved son with me. I look forwards to doing something special with him this All Hallow's Eve. We're going to have a Dumb Supper or silent supper for the ancestors. I picked this up from my last girlfriend; every year she would make a huge pot of gumbo & set out individual servings for her deceased parents who were actually married on Halloween.

I'm not quite sure what I'll have on the menu this year but whatever I serve will be made with love. It's the least I can do.