In pagan lore, it is said that the veil between the worlds is thinnest on Samhain/ Halloween. I spent it in the air, flying back to Ithaca on the red-eye. I can’t say it was a mystical experience, but at least it was an uneventful flight. Now I’m in the Newark airport, which is probably as far as one can possibly get from a mystical experience.
In my own personal own biddy lore, in the last week the veil between my worlds was thinner than it’s been in a while. It was great to be back and see everyone, but at the same time I felt like it is no longer 100% my world. I’ve gotten used to my world in Ithaca and am glad to be going home.