The abalone shell sits in my hand, cool to the touch and rough against my palm. Inside the ivory pieces lay this way and that-sticking out at sharp angles and creating a forest of small shadows. I take a deep breath, grounding, centering, and anchoring in my intention and my question as I approach this rite. And then a I reach in, grab a handful, and flick my wrist out casting them forth-and I sit down to consider what lies in store. Reading with bones is not for everyone but I cannot think of a better oracle to consult during the season of life/death/life that is All Saint’s Day, Halloween, Samhain, or Dia de los Muertos. We appreciate those that have gone and we…