The process changes all the time - depending on the seasonal focus, group intention and over all nuances of expectation and desired outcomes.
Yesterday we met, recalled and told stories of those gone, we went to the hill of Tlachtga to sing to the old ways and welcome the new year along with she who stands as the psychopomp of the rising year, raised the fence, baked, built the welcoming fire, gave liberations, feasted, stayed up until the rising sun, made plans for and of the coming season, opened the western gate, consecrated, celebrated the season and eventually wove a devocation for the space.
Very short recording at the singing tale to Tlachtga - with about 100 gathered.\
"Tlachtga lady goddess fair,
Come to us on frosted air,
Guide our path on pale moon light,
Light our fire on Samhain night"