Yay; we woke up to snow at 4:00 this morning!
In days of yesteryear, it was expected that the
first true snow would happen on Halloween. Me
thinks I should buy a lotto ticket! Shoveling
awaits along with guests braving the snow. I
see a cozy fire and hot Irish coffee beckoning.
I look forward to enjoying the last of Samhain,
reminiscing about those I have loved, saying
last goodbyes. It's a bit of a conundrum, this
whole Halloween vs. Samhain. I tend to think
of Halloween as the fun side of the equation
and Samhain as the sacred. When in doubt,
do both, my grandmother used to say! And,
tonight, she is the one perhaps I'll honor the
most. I value so much the life she lived rather
than a life she could have preached. I can see
her now, gathering up all the day's scraps,
making a gravy and setting out the old cast
iron skillet for the local strays to come and eat.
She used to say that barnyard cats were an
important part of keeping the mice at bay. She
was a beautiful woman, often dressed in red,
radiating a magic all her own. As far as I could
tell, she never lost her mystique; she fascinates
me to this day. I want to be just like her when
I grow up!
of samhain i sing
saying goodbye as i sob
precious memories
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