A traditional Anima Sola image on a small picture stand, with a shot glass of clean water and a lit tea light candle in front of it.

Memento Mori

Memento mori. Or, remember: you will die. Possibly today.

The idea, central to Socratic philosophy has been practiced for centuries and is currently espoused by celebrated modern thinkers.

And as an happy aside, it obviously combines effortlessly easy with ancestor worship; getting dead relatives on side powerfully supports magical growth.

Currently, this anima sola receives my morning ritual. Soon after my feet touch the floor as I rise from sleep, and certainly before a drop of liquid passes my own lips, I offer refreshment - cold, clean water - to the dead.

To my grandparents and great grandparents, uncles and cousin, dear friends who have passed, and the ancestors I never knew. I remember them, and ask them to remember and look favourably upon me.

To the dead whose bones we walk upon as we move about our life. I remember them.

To those long dead souls with none left to remember them. Their fate belongs to us all. I remember them.

To death itself - be a friend, walk with me, help me to die (release) every day and be fully present in this beautiful, miraculous incarnation, in every interaction with the people I love and the activities I engage in.

The morbid tone certainly appeals to the nineteen year old goth in me, but the practice also brings clarity, focus and motivation to live every day as if it were our last, through the profound question:

If this day were my last, what would matter?