Last week was…
- writing some words for this sight
- Halloween-ing with a cute little kitten who wondered slowly through the night, finding the highly decorated houses the most interesting thing of all (aside from the special piece of fair-trade-organic dark chocolate that turned him into a cute and tired zombie).
- Also Halloween-ing with the spunkiest, sweetest, camera happy witch ever, and her great protector, Captain America. All the while being slightly freaked out by the first “creepy” costume for our family, the inspiration for which was “creepy doll”, but which morphed into a banshee-type, blood splattered bat wielding creature of some kind. Yikes!
- Loving the farmer dressed up in fairy wings and a dragon’s tail, the cutest dragonfly ever; and loving that all night he was a little freaked out by my hardcore 80’s punk rock get up. FUN!
- And amidst that fun, lots of rationalizing Halloween as best as I could by focusing on the many positive aspects of shared human celebrations. Still, I spent Halloween night secretly happy that it seemed like less people overall were handing out candy.
- Relishing the tradition we now have of celebrating, right after the more dark and trivial fun of Halloween, the festive and light el Dia de los Muertos. This year, we added to the alter of my folks, the farmer’s grandma. I love sharing this day with the kids, who did not know any of these very important people well, but get to hear stories about them and spend a day or two with pictures of them front and center. It brings them, and our connections to this life through them, fully to our attentions for that time in such a meaningful way, all while lightening the weight of death for us all.
- Wrapping up all that celebrating with a somewhat clean house and a trip to the woods. Good!
As flowers die and leaves fall, we can see a semi-state of morbidity around us. But just as easily, we can turn our eye to the beauty inherent in this design. Celebrating. That is what we do as the earth dies before our eyes, as we confront our own and our loved ones mortality.
The raucous week of Samhain has moved us into the gracious month of giving thanks. Gratitude is best applied as a way of life, but we can all find a little more room for it in our hearts this month. In the Gaelic tradition, we have moved into winter. It is still quite a bit like autumn here, and that is wonderful. But the winter is a time of sharing this human experience–and the fears and wonders that it encompasses–with each other through the most love filled celebrations of the year.