#samhain alter

[madalenesophiathewhitewitch]

My 2024 Samhain Alter

[gloommoonjoce]

Samhain Altar Thread

Thought I'm not quite finished decorating it yet (I like to do it through the month as I find things I feel belong there) I love adding photos of my loved ones who have passed. Since the veil is thin I like to invite them to come visit 🖤 let's start a thread of Samhain Altars! I'd love to see yours! Blessed be !

[saules-gele]

Prepared an alter for a relaxing samhain spent with close friends..

I'm ready for the cooling autumn to come and bring me closer to those I love !! 😊

[livinginsideabookshelf]

Samhain Alter.

Faces blurred for privacy.

[bittersweetsoxxx]

Samhain | 2022

It is that time of year again. When I light my candles and decorate my alter with fresh fall leaves, cards, mementos, and photos of dead loved ones. When my kitchen is filled with the smell of favorite recipes, cider, rosemary and for a moment- I can hear my grandmother’s laughter when I steal a green bean from the can before it can make it into the casserole. I can picture my childhood dog, Katie herding me around the kitchen hoping I’ll drop a piece of food for her to snag. I can feel my childhood friend, James rolling his eyes when I say something kind for him when lighting his candle. The tears roll down my cheek when Ziggy curls herself around Callisto’s urn and purrs. Today is Samhain. The veil is thinner- and that means everyone I’ve lost is a little closer today. I may be the only person in this apartment tonight, but I have never been alone here.

“Do you have a magic spell to return someone to life?”

“No.” Said the witch. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh”

“Why don’t you tell me about them?”

“Will that bring them back?”

“For us. For a little while. Stories are the best kind of magic.”

On my alter,

Scattered among the photos of my dead loved ones,

And all of their familiar trinkets,

There is a small yellow tea pot,

And a photo of a little blonde girl.

There was no funeral for her.

No crowd,

No flowers,

No tombstone,

No eulogy.

She was here one day,

And the next she was gone.

Buried under the rubble

Of a story never told.

Blood spilled like ink

On the pages of a book no one would ever read.

All her pain,

Her hopes,

Her dreams,

Her ambitions,&

Her potential,

Laid to rest there with her.

Forgotten.

Like a whisper

You hear on a fall breeze.

The secret that dances between the leaves.

I still hear her.

I still mourn her.

And the childhood she had taken from her.

The innocence someone violated.

This is the time I mourn the person I was.

The person I would’ve been.

Could’ve been.

This is the time i honor the person I did become.

The person who survived.

The name that I chose,

To honor the journey,

The transitioning,

The acceptance.

The person I’ve yet to become.

- no one talks about how even in the wonderful bliss of coming out and accepting yourself as you are, you will still mourn the person you were told to be.

[pretending-to-be-normal]

i made a small alter for Samhain!

i feel like the spiders were a really nice touch