Daily walks, catch-up talks, family and friends nurturing again the empty spaces left dormant during their absence – during my absence. Changes observed, worried over, laughed and wondered at. Plans shared, hopes and wishes and dreams revealed. A few surprises, familiar comforts, pleasure taken in all the simple acts, day by day with gratitude.
And then back to the City of Light where the sky shines just as bright and blue as it did in Annapolis and the same moon rises over the nearby church. The obvious similarities end there … French graffiti tells a tale in every quarter of the city, a poet who sets up on the street beside the Pompidou will write a poem just for you, the architecture, the details of beautiful Paris, music everywhere . . .
Kisses from Montmartre
Poet at the Pompidou
Details . . .
And, of course, the best reason of all for leaving the home I love:
Best reason to return . . .
It is hard to fathom how this “holiday” called Halloween has some grounding in religion, whether pagan or Christian, because it appears to be merely an excuse by the retail world to sell silly/scary(?) costumes, LOTS of candy and house or yard “decorations” . . . spider webs and black widows, witches, ghouls and skeletons.
But is there any understanding by the children who love this one-day-excuse to gorge on candy and bounce off the walls, that it originated as a day dedicated to remembering the dead, Christian saints and martyrs and all the “faithful departed believers”? Historically on this one day the souls of the dead came back for a visit, sat at the dinner table, and had a chance to wander out among us seeking solace or revenge. Costumes were donned by those who feared being recognized by the dead, thereby starting the tradition of disguises worn on all hallowed eve. Kids dress up like pumpkins and skeletons, little princesses and little super heros, teenagers look like vampires . . . maybe that is enough to scare the dead away from their annual return. It has become a holiday of creepy fun and a sugar high.
Halloween also seems to mark the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter or the ‘darker half’ of the year. The clocks are turned back, nature’s last gift of warm days disappears into cool nights. Emerald canopies overhead become different brilliant jewels
last of the Fall
falling slowly one by one or they are rustled quickly by a fierce autumn wind to be swirled up and gathered into dry colorful heaps.
Since I am snug and invisible in our treehouse, all the trick or treaters passed me by . . . and so
From ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!