At his preschool, my son made a poppy to wear for Remembrance Day, the British Equivalent of Veterans Day. He quite liked his poppy and made sure he was very careful with it. He wore his proudly in the middle of his shirt all day long. Until he asked why we wore poppies on this day.
I’m not sure what the preschool told him. I explained that the poppy flower symbolized remembering and today we were remembering the dead that had fought in wars. I explained that while war was a terrible thing, we needed to honor those that had fought for our freedoms. It was a way of honoring the dead of war, as well.
I think he’s a little burnt out on honoring the dead! After several days around Samhain and nearly nightly candle offerings to the Ancestors and Mighty Dead of our household, and now this, I think Son had decided he’d had enough. ‘I don’t want to remember the Dead! I don’t want to remember! I don’t want remember them! I don’t want to wear this poppy!’ he yelled. So we took it off. And then he proceeded to carry it around for the rest of the evening, being very careful with it.
Is any one else feeling worn out from two straight weeks honoring the Ancestors? For those of you with children, how do you talk to your children about the Dead?———————–
In other news, I have been fighting a virus for a couple of weeks now. I think it has morphed into a low-grade ear infection. This has sapped my energy levels. I had hoped to finish up a tarot reading for a friend over the incredible full moon that just passed. I tend to feel less magical on full moons – I prefer the dark moon. But on a clear night with the moon shining bright I can’t help but want to go outside or get up to something. I’m hoping this illness will pass. I don’t feel I have a lot of energy for anything more than reading or breathing meditation. That makes for dull blogging, but there it is.
What sort of mischief or magic did you get up to during the full moon?