Happy Halloween

Today has always easily been my favorite day of the year. It's a day of great energy leading to an evening of excitement, magic, spirits (live and dead), and chocolate. It's a little dimmer these days though. I still have Samhain, but for the kids I miss the trick or treating, where I live there isn't any, too country. I wish my kids could run around with their friends collecting candy in a mob of costumed people in the dark, like I did, in an area where everyone knew everyone. It was fun. We would dare each other to go up to the spooky houses with the scary music. If we did, there was always the best treats waiting for us there. It was an event I looked forward to all year. Now, I try to give my kids the best night I can, it's different though. There's no costumes, no trick or treating, none of the old traditions. we make a spooky feast, sometimes a pinata, sometimes a treasure hunt, this year we have presents. We'll stay up late, play games, watch Halloween movies (age appropriate) but it will never feel good enough to me. I will always know what they are missing and because of this, on my favorite day, I have a new reason to mourn the dead. The death of Halloween. What happened? When did we let it slip so far away? I know there is a resurgence in decorations but there is less festivities. It's become another for show holiday. It's still my favorite day but now a wee bit of the sparkle has gone and I want desperately to bring it back, my dear old Halloween.

Kisses From Jack

On the grass, on the leaves, the branches… kisses from Jack. It’s sugar time again. Not the edible kind, but the sprinkling of glitter that covers the landscape adding diamond dust to all outdoors. It catches the eye in the morning sun, that ice cold rock candy, a treat . Frost has visited. He crept in last night when all were sleeping. Ice spreading from his staff in circlets about his feet, blowing across the earth, cloaking all. In his wake, he has left us a little shimmering magic, a gift, for those fortunate enough to rise early to see his masterpiece. A glimpse of winter ahead. Welcome back Jack, you were missed.

October

Spice, pumpkins, colorful leaves, cool breezes and crackling excitement in the air, apples and pies, cinnamon and gingerbread, smokey fires and darker nights. It's the month when things appear to die but are really alive. The month that ends with a celebration, a masquerade where nothing is what it seems to be. The month when the dead may sit with you at your table when the veil is the thinnest. A month to dance with faeries in the moon light and sing songs without lyrics. A month I look forward to all year. Tis time to celebrate the turning of the great wheel and time to honor ones ancestors. Tis October!

Full Moon

The moon hung low in the sky last night, full and aglow the way only an October moon can. A wonder to see as dried leaves blew across it's face and branches bare reached up like aged fingers in praise. The night was strangely warm, a gift perhaps, the last of it's kind for many full moons to come. So I sat in awe and praise myself until Sandman beckoned and I drifted off to forever hold that moon in my dreams.

Learning To Fly

This is my first post on my first blog. A newbie. I am not a literary genius, I am not brilliant with words. Some days they drip like honey from my tongue, others not so sweet. I'm not a grammar expert. Run on sentences plague me as does a love of commas. But here, I hope to leave a little magic for those who care to visit and dance inside the ring. Here, I hope to inspire and be inspired. Here, I hope to only greet friendly faces. And here, I will end my very short, first post as I learn to fly.