Deep and peaceful blessings as we step into the Ancestral Days of Samhain everyone.
The old An Cailleach is such a beautiful teacher. In her cheeky way, she always reminds me that those bones, I wish not to look at, tend to, or chew on now, are waiting in her cairn. Here she tends to them and ensures they don't gather dust and are not forgotten. Then when I am ready, she holds them out to me in her old nobbly hands, and with a twinkle in her eye helps me to sing their song back into my heart. Sometimes these bones are indeed my ancestral bones, and so over these next fews days I commit to singing on the bones too.