Wednesday, October 24, 2012

How Ancient Celtic Traditions Influence Our Modern Notions of Halloween ~ by Diane J. Reed

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Diane J. Reed, author of the magical love story Twixt, has a special surprise for us today! Earlier this month, Diane mentioned she was giving a book club talk on the link between ancient Celtic traditions and Halloween. Oh, how I wanted to go to that talk! But since we don't live anywhere near each other, I asked Diane if she'd be willing to share some of what she talked about in a guest post!

š The Past is Present
How Ancient Celtic Traditions Influence Our Modern Notions of Halloween
By Diane J. Reed, author of TWIXT

Who doesn’t love a good ghost story or relish the spooky fun of Halloween? As with many holidays, this celebration has had a variety of influences over time (not the least of which is modern marketing—check out the displays at Target!). But many scholars believe one of its earliest origins is with the ancient Celts of Ireland and their festival of Samhain (roughly translated as “Summer’s End”). The Celts celebrated the culmination of their harvest season and start of their new year on November 1st with festivities and bonfires that included rituals for honoring the dead. Why? Because according to their sense of time, depicted as the Wheel of the Year that marked their planting, growing, and harvesting periods, two crucial dates--Beltane in spring and Samhain in fall--represent a unique moment when they believed the "veil is thinnest between worlds," making it easier for them to communicate with their ancestors and other supernatural entities. Hence, our modern images of spooks and trick-or-treaters harkens back to the idea that the Celts believed that spirits more easily roamed the earth during this time, and it would be best to either appease them or to ward them off! So to keep less desirable spirits at bay, the Celts carved scary faces into turnips (the predecessor to the jack-o-lantern) and offered treats (such as homemade biscuits and cakes) to the more agreeable spirits, such as their deceased relatives or roaming bands of fairies (a.k.a. the "good people"). Divination was also thought to be more accurate this time of year, so many prophetic rituals were employed that included peeling apples in a continuous strand to see if their falling shapes revealed the initials of potential lovers, or glancing into mirrors and squinting to discern if the faces of their next suitors might appear. Over the centuries, as the Celtic lands became Christianized, Samhain eventually was relagated to the religious holiday of All Hallows Eve on October 31st, which later morphed into what we call Halloween. 

What’s important to note, however, is that for the Celts, this other “realm” that was so near throughout Samhain was never considered very far away during the rest of the year. For the Celts, the past is always present—in every mound, tree, boulder, lake or mountain. These places are rife with history and lore that to the Celtic mind were alive and animated “now,” not just “then.” In modern times, we tend to think of life as linear, with one event following after the other (and there’s no going back!), as though life passes by on a conveyor belt or sweeps down a river. But try to imagine, if you will, that time has parallel dimensions that are not a line but are rather a circle or connection of spirals. “What lies beneath” might be a more appropriate catch phrase, because instead of viewing time as a swift moving stream, ancient Celts viewed it as more of a lake. We who are living now are simply leaves floating on the surface of that lake—but underneath us is a vast depth filled with All-Time, a combination of the lives of our ancestors who are still active in their realm as well as mythical/historical figures and events, and that dimension continues to have enormous influence on the future. So even though the Celts believed in reincarnation, they often didn’t communicate their thoughts about those earlier lives as distant or long forgotten. In fact, to have shapeshifted in various births from a raven to a seal to a horse to a stalk of wheat made one a rather wise, well-rounded person and better suited to a place of leadership in society. To such minds as the Celts, Samhain is just one more opportunity to listen to the wisdom of all that has come before and all that will be, and to dance around the bonfire in celebration of the spirits from the past, present, and future that come together in that joyful circle. Could it be that our enjoyment of Halloween is linked not only to this merriment, but also to our longing for a spiritual connection? For although we get to dress up and try on fun or scary “masks”, we also get to entertain the notion for just one night that the spirit world might not be so far away after all—and that the past might actually be present in such a way that comforts and guides us to our futures.
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I hope you enjoyed Diane's guest post. We'd love to hear from you! Drop us a note and let us know how you're planning to celebrate Halloween this year. And in case you need a special treat for the "roaming bands of fairies," check out Diane's incredible Enchanted Irish Fairy Cake Recipe. Though... you may not be as willing to share them after you taste the icing!

Thursday, October 11, 2012

One Year Blogiversary and Invitation to Party!

Today is my one year blogging anniversary. It's hard to remember what life was like before jumping into this blogging, tweeting, publishing party. Being able to share my stories with the world has been a dream come true for me. I am so grateful for every reader who picked up a copy of The Selkie Spell and The Selkie Enchantress this year. Thank you.

But for all the amazing things that have happened this year, this journey would not have been the same without the incredible blogging and twitter friends I've met. Your support, encouragement, kindness and friendship has meant so much to me. And I can't imagine a better way to celebrate than by throwing a virtual party for all of you!

Here's how it's going to work... I want you to go through your own blogs (or websites) and find a post that you wrote before you had the following you have today. Dig out a favorite post that didn't get as much love as you thought it deserved, dust it off, and paste the link in the comments section below. Feel free to give us a little teaser line so we know what it's about. :)

Have fun with it! Then mingle through the comments section, say 'hi' to the other bloggers, click on a few links and maybe leave a comment or two. Who knows... you might make a new friend or find some new blogs to follow. Maybe a few of them will even follow you back!

All I ask in return is that you consider following my dear friend, Susie Lindau's wildly popular blog ~ Susie Lindau's Wild Ride. Susie was one of the first bloggers I met last year. Her blog is funny and clever and you never know quite what to expect. The virtual Promote and Party Day was her idea and she's hosted several now on her blog. I always have so much fun at her parties, I asked her if I could borrow her idea just this once, and she has kindly granted me permission. :)

So to kick off the festivities, here is my first ever blog post from October 11th, 2011: Sunflower Dust. Now grab a drink, join the party, and share something fun in the comments section below!

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Behind the Curtain ~ Scarlet's Rose Petal Revenge

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I said I did not want the roses. But he sent them anyway--a dozen long stemmed roses after every show. I tried giving them away, dumping them in the trash. I threw them at him once, when my temper flared as red as the scattered petals.

But he will not stop.

He lingers until the rest of the cast is gone, until the theatre is empty, but for me. I stay late to practice my lines on stage, when the chairs are empty, when my words echo through the auditorium. I close my eyes and imagine it's only me.

But he watches from the wings. I hate that he is there.

He always includes a card with the roses, two words scrawled on one side: With love. The words make me sick. Anything from him would make me sick. He laughs when I tell him. He thinks I'm joking.

I never joke.

But I'm taking the roses home now. I've found a better use for them. I'm lobbing off the tops and hanging them upside down, leaving only the thorny stems. I'm letting them fade to brittle, dried-out sticks. When a hot wind blows through the windows at night, they rattle like bones.

He says I owe him. He made me a star. Before he found me, I was nothing. Without him, I'd be nothing again. I'd rather be nothing, than surrounded by roses and him.

I brought them with me tonight, tucked into a brown bag under my dressing table. I wait for everyone else to leave, and step out onto the stage to practice my lines. I know he's there. I can feel his eyes on me, hear the slow slosh of liquid as he downs the last of the red wine.

I take my time, until his chair creaks and the bottle falls with a clatter. Through a gap in the curtain, I see he's passed out. Quietly, I lay the stems across the dusty stage floor, under the hem of the red velvet curtain. I strike a match. The black thorns sizzle and pop.

My heels click through the deserted halls of the darkened theatre, smoke trailing in my wake. Behind me, I hear a man's primal scream. I slip out the door and lock it. The rest have already been barred. I lay a dozen roses across the final latch.

With love.


Dear friends, this is my third attempt at flash fiction. The lovely Anna Meade (@ruanna3) of the enchanting Yearning for Wonderland blog announced the Behind the Curtain Flash Fiction Contest a few days ago and I could not resist entering. Scarlet's Rose Petal Revenge (398 words) is darker than my usual writing, but with Halloween around the corner it seemed fitting to add a touch of darkness. I'd love to hear your thoughts.