It is sometimes said that the festival for the end of the Celtic year ran for 12 or thirteen days and included much feasting after slaughtering animals which could not be kept through the winter.
With KTB http://www.kickingthebucket.co.uk/ starting in mid October and DOTD, http://www3.hants.gov.uk/msc/msc.html being on Nov 3 the whole thing has been going on for over three weeks.
I only managed to get to a handful of KTB events, and I have still not written them all up.
Cornwall. She died last Monday. Fare well, Mary. You helped me rebuild my life and reach a peak or two.
Denise, her friend and carer will have been collecting the ashes.Mary did not want a funeral. I was able to add Mary's name to the book of thoughts and feelings on the altar at the Minstead study centre, where I travelled last Saturday for the Day of the Dead celebrations.
What an event it was; like rolling all the events in the kicking the bucket festival into a single day.
I led an hour's session on my book about grief, https://sites.google.com/site/alifeworthcelebrating/ and the writing of poetry as a creative response to the grieving process. Eight people came to the session, which was quite pleasing, but only three wanted to stay to go on a guided meditation and to write something at the end of it. Then we shared the words, symbols and images that had come to us in the course of the experience.
I gave people my card and suggested they might like to send me their writings on line at some point after the day, if they wished to share them.
This was a curious installation that greeted me as I walked up the the round house to hear a brilliant story about an old man and his seal woman family in Scotland. I was asked what made me most alive. I thought of my loved ones, living and dead. It was written on one of these red ribbons and pinned on the black dress of death. Then I went on to the round house.
Taprisha ,http://taprisha.blogspot.co.uk/p/taprishas-storytelling.htmla , on the right read the stories in the round house. I loved the rhyming structure of the story-most unusual and so well read.
Coming away from the round house I passed again the figure of death with her red mistress. http://janijellybean.blogspot.co.uk/p/my-story.html
Here someone meditates on what makes her most alive.
http://www.positivelymington.com/index.html Jude and her mother of the Lymington group.
Everyone enjoyed the puppet show under the green man.
|The altar where I placed the remembrance for Mary and my Gilli|
|Towards the end of the day I made a fire fairy, something to take to the bonfire for a ceremonial goodbye to the dead.|