For the old Celts, the time between Samhain and Yule was a hazy time of suspended rules. In the limnal space of the fading year and the new one, the veil between the world of form and spirit was thin. The old passed away, the new was born.
In the limnal spaces of 2009, I saw the successful finish of a powerful bit of magick that began in a basement artist’s studio in St. Louis and ended half a world away in Melbourne, Australia.
As I’ve watched the events of the waning months of 2009 and the dawning slivers of 2010, it’s still the sign that brings me the most hope for the new year.
Aboriginal elder Auntie Joy greets the Dalai Lama at the Parliament of World Religions in Melbourne, Australia. Photo courtesy Parliament of World Religions.
(A bit of explanation: for Pagans,…
