Somehow we are already at the end of October, this magical season, when as my sister so eloquently put it “the veil between the worlds is at the thinnest, and the lines of fantasy and reality become blurry; the Time was past blends easily with the Time that is present.”
Here, the trees are ablaze, temperatures are nippy, the shadows are long and stark. We’ve had the stove on, making stews and pies. I’ve pulled my sweaters and boots out of the back of my closet.
As the world around us becomes brighter and darker, moving from the bounty of the harvest to the still privation of winter, is it no wonder that for centuries this has been the time of year to disguise ourselves, to play tricks and tell scary stories, making light of the darkness?
Or that this is the time of year we honor the souls of the dead with food and light?
My favorite tradition on this, my favorite holiday, is carving jack-o-lanterns. Though it’s always seemed slightly pagan to me, apparently the carving of vegetables into lanterns originates from Ireland & Scotland, to honor souls in purgatory.
In any case, I like ’em scared or scary:
Happy Halloween ya’ll!!