Well, I handed out candy. It wasn’t too cold here.
I personally dressed in my cerimonial white robes. and walked around the house with my Sage smudge. Afterwards I lit the candles on my alter starting with my clan candle, then followed by the god and goddess candles simultaniously. Then I filled my water bowl with fresh rain water (a lot of that lately). I then lit the incense in my “ether” bowl which I promptly wafted around the room with a feather. Then I Filled my chalice with Elder Libation (elderberry wine) and used my sea shell to call Manannan to Part the veil between the worlds and commune with me on this Holy of Holy nights. After several hours of quiet contemplation, meditation and ritual (some of which I’m not going to divulge). I took a nice long walk in the grave yard thats a block from my house, still in my pure white robes. Lucky its Holloween because the local PD probably would have arested my Pagan butt on any other day but this one…
My mother on the other hand dressed in her black robes, and did what ever Wiccan’s do on Holloween. No I’m not wiccan I’m (neo)Druid!
May your new year be 100 times more fruitfull than your last.
Samhain Blessings /|
Cyfiawnder
I built 18 new Brassy Polly whistles.
I’m still behind. 
serpent
I traveled to North Carolina and handfasted two lovely people-- it was a very nice ceremony, if I do say so myself. 
Guests came in costume, and everyone seemed to be eating and drinking merrily when I bid my adieu. I drove 3 hours to get home, and my cat bit me… I now have four puncture wounds above my left knee. Owee. 
My true Samhain celebration (according to my tradition) will take place on lunar Samhain, which as someone pointed is this upcoming Full Moon.
Happy New Year all you pagans! 
Blessings,
Andrea
Kevin, what on Earth is it about you and your fascination with chundering? And now a pic in dubious taste about pumpkinly “Roman showers”. 
I forgot that yesterday was the last day of operations for Molly Quinn’s (RIP, or not: there may be reincarnation after all). A few of us showed up for a last session. The joint was packed for the sendoff, and we eventually wedged ourselves into the front corner by the entry. Despite the volume of the overall craic, it was not too bad as sessions go, and there were a couple of interludes of excellent Highland piping, too. I was accosted by a diminuitive but friendly werewolf whose vocabulary pretty much consisted of “Aaaaghhhrghhhhh” and “Ouwwww”. “One word,” said I to him, “…_Nair_®.” He threw up his paws and wheeled away moaning into the crush. Given the numbers on site, one’s Guinness was hard-won; I may have made him thirsty. I hope he didn’t have to nip anyone to get to his.
We decided to wrap it up after a couple of hours as the crowd was just too much to be session-friendly, and played “Nearer, My God, to Thee” for a final sinking-of-the-Titanic-esque flourish. At that point it was so noisy that I don’t think anyone could hear it but the sessioners, but the sendoff was right.
Then I went downtown to watch the extraterrestrials.
To the best ITM musician’s madhouse in the Twin Cities: slán go fóill.
When I was married and the family was still together, we would either be invited to or throw a haloween party (dressing up was required).
I dressed as the grim reaper one year and got there early. I painted my face and hands using black and white grease paint so that I looked like a skeleton in dim light when wearing a dark cloth for my robe.
I leaned against the wall holding my scythe and looked straight ahead. When someone would walk up to examine the “decoration” and would comment on how real it looked, I would move my eyes to theirs. I got several screams that way.
There was a group that was passing a bottle around that were ignoring me, so I slowly scooted over to them and reached out the skeletal hand for the bottle. 4 screams at once. That was neat!
I believe that was my favorite halloween party. It seems as if no one throws them any more around here.
We just got back from Bristol, Ct, where we spent Halloween night at Lake Compounce in the Haunted Graveyard; it’s the first time we did something really “dumb” on Halloween (driving 2 hours up and 2 hours back). However, we all loved it, especially my teenage daughter and her friend - a full 45 minutes romping through misty dark graveyards and haunted houses with 100 live actors jumping out at you…
Don’t worry, we enriched the experience with a ramble through Yale University (we had two hogh school sophs in tow) on the way home; very beautiful campus and good vibes. Actually met a student there who went to my daughter’s high school…
Regards,
PhilO