All Hallows, 2024--
Cutting the Harvest Home.
Samhain.
All Hallows' Eve.
The night that the veil thins and spirits can walk among us.
The weather promises to be good for little ghosties and ghoulies, small princesses and knights, super heroes and tramps... and they'll all come to my door, bags or buckets outstretched, hoping for candy. I'll make sure they each get something, and I'll keep count. I always do.
Halloween is not my favorite holiday, but the joy and fun of it here in our small town above the Notch is palpable. Given how uncertain the world is, how tenuous our hold on our own realities can seem, a night of fun and trickery seems to be just what we might need. Yes, a few pumpkins may be smashed, and someone's house may get tp'd, but seriously-- there are war zones, bigotry, doctrines of hate encroaching on the little ones' lives. Death is not funny, and too many children in too many places face that daily. For today-- and this evening-- I will suspend my fears as best as I can, and greet their greedy little hands and smiling faces honestly-- they deserve the best country and the best world we can give them. And it starts right here. Right now.
Have a wonderful day,
C
"From ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!"
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