If spirits can be anywhere any time, why are they always taking the stairs? I know I mentioned the other day that I was going to address the question, what is death, and I will, but somehow here we are at Halloween already. I have such mixed feelings about Halloween. I have never cared about dressing up or partying on Halloween. It was GREAT as a kid, the tsunami of candy, but I wasn’t creative enough or resourced enough to do costuming well. We usually had those horrible drug store numbers—a polyester costume that included a mask with a thin rubber band holding it on your head. Or the classic sheet with holes ghost. I actually still think that’s the pinnacle of costuming, only now if I wore it I’d call myself the Hole-y Ghost.
My favorite day is November 2, The Day of the Dead. I do like the idea of going to my ancestors graves (if I had a ride) and bringing a lunch and sitting and talking with them. I would leave the spirits a plate too. Being that it is Halloween today, I am dressing up in my own creation of black and orange skirt, shirt, and tights and attending a Birthday/Halloween Party at the Embury Cafe. A resident turned 103 today. Happy Halloween. We walk with the spirits of our ancestors and I honor them.
Your feelings about Halloween exactly match mine.
Carry on eat candy while you can.
I enjoy your writing, your wit and connectedness to all that matters. Grateful for you. And I do hope you have some good leftover candy!