Prayer For The Day Of The Dead: Wake Up Before Dawn & Open Your Eyes

Today is the day to celebrate all things spooky. It brings a smile to my face just to say it: spooky, spooky, spooky. I bet you love to say it too.

I don’t need to remind you that this is the day {& through the night until tomorrow} where the veil is thin, where your ancestors are close, where it really doesn’t take much to settle in, get quiet, listen deeply & feel some wisdom in your bones.

So after you are done trick or treating & playing with your friends,
take some time in the dark much, much later tonight, actually tomorrow morning, before dawn, to set an altar for your beloveds
on the other side.

Invite them in for some tea & maybe a song.

They love you. They really, really, really love you.

Contemplation, silence, complete & utter confidence in the dark, in the place in core of things that is the truth of each & every one of you is the realm of The Hag, The Crone, The Queen of Darkness, The Vastness, The Origin of all things.

The Native Americans say the Creator has more time for us when all is quiet & everyone else is asleep. The Sikhs call this time Amrit Vela or the Nectar time. It is this time of each day when the “veil” of the ego (limited self) is thinnest & we can mindfully observe all the negative habits that lead us away from health, physical stamina, wholeness & higher consciousness, neutralizing the desires that underlie those habits, one by one.

When I have sat up in Vision Quest up on the mountain staring into the night, I actually witnessed this moment, this clearing. Although I had no clock, I could feel the night as it turned, just past midnight. I could hear the forest getting less & less busy. It continued to be noisy for many hours, but as if a volume dial was being incrementally
turned & then, just before dawn, the deeper chill hit & the pure vibration began.

Even if  you don’t make it to that altar at dawn, take some time today or tomorrow to sit with the poem below:


Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

– By Mary Oliver

Sit with yourself.
Get into your bones.
Peer into your cells.
See your prayer there.
See the journey you have taken this crazy, auspicious year.
Feel the distance you have traveled:
this year,
your whole long beautiful & wild life.
Enter the temple of you.
Look around.
Bow in gratitude to all of it.

I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.


Pay Attention.

Write yourself a little something
to remember & hold close.


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