All year I have waited for Samhuinn. Downstairs in my cellar I pull sprouting eyes from potatoes stored in the cool earth under our home to keep myself busy and to make the days seem shorter. The children run on wooden floors above– laughter. They have my eyes and hair. These are potatoes from last harvest. What a good crop that was. We could almost make it through an entire winter with what is left over from last season. Just look at how many potatoes we still have and there will be plenty more when we bring in what’s outside in the ground right now. The gods watch over us here in Druid.
Do you like your’s mashed with cream from the top of the milk? Me too and with chicken. Oh wait until you taste Esther’s roasted chicken. Honey from the hives of bees and molasses is what she uses to cook up those birds. We had twenty-one chicks this Spring. Wait until you taste one of them. She dipped them in a black kettle of scalding water and pulled out every last one of the feathers. You’re going to like it here in our home.
This is your first Samhuinn festival? What is it? Oh, please sit here on the cool earth with me and give me a hand. Here you go. Don’t be afraid to get your hands dirty.
Samhuinn, my friend, is the day the lord hath made for chaos to reign. It is such a magical time. You can be whatever you wish on this day. Open yourself– let them in. There is no wrong on Samhuinn– the gods turn their eyes from what we do and we can be whatever we wish.
Be sure to pull off all the white roots and look for bad ones. One bad potato will ruin the new crop. They spoil easily. Look for soft ones. There you are. Be careful with your foot and that lamp. We do not need a fire under the house on the eve of Samhuinn, my dear sir.
They are not to be feared. They are here to guide us. Oh, don’t worry. I have some things over here behind the turnips– some mushrooms that will help you to open up to them tomorrow night. What is it that I have planned? Oh, I can’t show you what I’m going to wear now– you may know me tomorrow. During Samhuinn, it is best to not remember this world sometimes.
“Guys, dinner is ready!”
Promise me that if you see me tomorrow in the other dimension and recognize me that you will let yourself go too– into the wild arms of the world of our ancestors. Do not be afraid, my friend. Do not be afraid. What will you wear? We must find someone for you to be. What is your wildest dream, do tell both me and Esther tonight over dinner and wine.
“We’re coming, Esther. We’re coming, dear.”
Esther dresses as me. Isn’t that rather peculiar– to think that Esther dresses as me on Samhuinn and I’m still alive. Please do not let her know what I have told you.