Soul Sunday

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

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Maybe I should call it Ghoul Sunday since it is Halloween?! Happy Halloween! Despite having only bought my Halloween candy this week, and despite the fact that my family insisted that I way “overbought” for our typical number of trick-or-treaters, guess who has to go out today, and buy more candy?!? I’m not complaining.

My regular readers know that Sundays are devoted to poetry on the blog. I was tempted to share a link to Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”, but that’s just too cliché, even for me. I actually found a poem this week that I really like. It speaks to the ruts which we get into, and the process that we take to get out of our dead ends in life, whether they be bad habits, or relationship issues, or just anything in our lives that we wish to change for the better. So today’s poem on the blog is not written by me. Still I’ll probably doodle a poem for myself, sometime today. I suggest that you do the same for yourself. Poems are an interesting way to converse with your deepest self. Here’s today’s poem (and have a fun Halloween!!):

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Monday-Funday

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“I think in the future we are going to have 15 minutes of anonymity.” – Erica Rhodes

We got a new Firestick for one of our TVs and interestingly, all of these old pictures of our family, and of our past pets, etc. are showing up on the TV, as a screensaver. No one asked the stick to do that for us. Alexa took it upon herself, I suppose. This reminded me of a time (way back when you had to get your pictures developed, just to even view them), that the photography technician took it upon himself to blow up and frame a picture of my two little middle sons, in their matching green dragon Halloween costumes. I was equally delighted and creeped out by that gesture, all at the same time. (And yes, of course, I couldn’t resist buying the whole kit and kaboodle in the frame, and it still sits on our picture shelf today.)

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Wicked, the Following Year

Hilda: Well, here we are again. Two snowbirds in Florida, baking in the sun. I see you joined me in gaining some pandemic pounds, Zelda.

Zelda: Oh Hildy, focus on the positive. Our spray tans are divine!

Hilda: Well, I’m thinking of getting a little work done, ya know? A little carving out, here and there.

Zelda: Oh Hilda, you are hauntingly lovely, just the way you are . . . by the way, did I tell you I got a Zoomsla, ya know, an electric broom. In ten Halloweens, we are all going to be flying electric. And all of my new potions are gluten and cruelty free.

Hilda: Cruelty free?!? What’s the fun in being a witch, then?!?

Zelda: Hilda, what do you call witches, like us, who live at the beach?

Hilda: Groan.

Zelda: Sand-witches! (Cackle! Cackle! Cackle!)

Hilda: Zelda, don’t make me fly off the handle with your stupid jokes. You drive me batty!

Zelda: Honestly, Hilda, I wouldn’t know the difference. You have the same expression all of the time: Resting Witch Face.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Monday – Funday

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I think that there is no other time of year than around Halloween, that you see everyone’s creativity come out more vividly than ever. Fall is certainly a colorful time of year, isn’t it? I love it! Here’s hoping for a fun and wonderful and easy-going week for all of us!

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

The Road We Walk

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Happy Halloween! This week I was reminded of a beautiful quote by Ram Dass: “We are all just walking each other home.” This 2020 part of the walk has been rather scary. This 2020 part of the path has been reminiscent of the Haunted Forest in the Wizard of Oz. But we have each other. We are walking with each other and I believe that supernatural forces walk with us, too (and often carry us when needed). And so, with the love of the people walking with us, and the love surrounding us from our Higher Power while we trudge on, as scary as the path seems sometimes, we know that we will make it. We will make it home, to pure light and love and peace and we know this, because we each carry a small, but powerful glimmer of home in our hearts. This glimmering light, which shimmers in our beating hearts, is a guidance system or a compass, that shows us the way home. Always. So, as we travel, we must just Keep Calm and Carry On, as the English like to say.

And now, for some Halloween fun: Do you believe in ghosts? I do. I believe that I saw one, only one time in my life, when I was still a teen. But that story, my friends, will be a delicious, interesting story for another blog. If you have seen a ghost yourself, please share your story in my Comments section.

Have a hauntingly good and yet safe time, this Halloween night, under this stunning Full Blue Moon. I am closing this post with pictures that I took last night, in the same spot, within seconds of each other. One picture was of the sunset by the beach, and the other one, right across the causeway, was of the almost full moon. These were beautiful, natural instances, occurring at the very same time. Last night, this struck me as an awesome reminder that as the sun sets on one side of our journeys, on the other side, there lies a beautiful, ethereal light which leads us on to mysterious and intriguing new adventures, as we walk on, together.

Wicked

Hilda: Well, here we go again. Another year of sitting out here, baking in the Florida sun, turning into pumpkin pies, as a lame attempt for some Halloween cheer.

Zelda: Oh come on Hilda, let’s have some fun with this. Did you see that new guy, the huge skeleton across the street? That guy has got it going on, girl.

Hilda: Yeah, he’s a little skinny for my tastes. And his eyes make me think that he might be on something. Just saying.

Zelda: Oh Hilda! Don’t always assume the worst in Halloween decorations. It’s all in fun.

Hilda: Halloween’s passé this year. Masks have become common and outworn.

Zelda: I have a joke, Hildy, to cheer you up. Ready, ready?? What’s the problem with twin witches???

Hilda:

Zelda: You never know witch is which!!!! One more!! One more!! What do you call two witches who live together???

Hilda: Just get it over with.

Zelda: Broom-mates!!!

Monday is Fun Day!! Have a good one, my beloveds!!

Candy Comes in Handy

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Happy Halloween, friends!!! I remember years ago when I was just a kid, writing for the school newspaper, I decided to write about the history of Halloween. Despite all of the work that I put into the article, (this was before the internet/Wikipedia, I actually had to go to the library to research and spend daunting hours sifting through the card catalog and then, musty books) the article was a dud. Even I don’t remember what it said, or what the history of Halloween really is, because the reality of it all is, nobody cares. Holidays, like Halloween, are whatever anybody wants it to be. Little kids will not just wear their ninja and princess costumes, they will BECOME ninjas and princesses. Staunchly religious people will see Halloween as an evil holiday that serves only to worship the devil, and they will shut themselves off behind tightly closed doors and keep their lights out. Closet stage designers will use Halloween as a time to creatively turn their suburban McMansion into an even more elaborate version of Disney’s Haunted Mansion. Stressed out middle-agers will use Halloween as an excuse to blow off steam, and to eat and to drink, to all excess, hiding their stress behind goofy, all in good fun, costumes. Wiccans will likely incorporate more serious ceremony into the day.

Like all things, Halloween all comes down to the perspectives, and the projections that we put on to it, all coming from our own unique life stories and experiences and teachings. And the funny thing is, each Halloween, every year, may be a little different for each of us, depending our moods, on the age of our kids or grandkids, if we are invited to costume parties, and just our own mindset. No matter how you decide to celebrate or to not celebrate Halloween, I hope that this year’s Halloween exceeds all of our best expectations. (I know that I personally have bought some extra bags of candy this year. Even if we don’t get the big crowd of trick-or-treaters coming to our home that I am hoping for, there are no doubts that the candy will NOT go to waste.)

Creepin’ It Real

Happy Halloween!!  What a fun holiday!!  It’s early in the morning and I already can feel the excitement in the air.  When I was a kid, Halloween came to a close second to Christmas.  I can’t wait to pass out candy to the adorable trick-or-treaters tonight.  When they saunter up to the door, they usually assume the identity of their costumes.  The ninjas leap daringly, the superheroes push out their chests, and the princesses hold their chins up, elegantly and regally.

People have had their Halloween decorations out for weeks now.  There are a few houses that are just “known” to go all out for Halloween.  Some of them create Haunted Houses that take weeks to set up.  Even my husband and I have purposely driven by “those houses” to make sure that they’re going to be in full production this year.

Thinking of Halloweens past, brings a chuckle to my heart.  One year I was called to pick up my eldest son from his preschool because his Darth Maul costume with the painted face that he insisted on having, was too scary and upsetting for the other kids.  Another year, I purchased an Oreo cookie costume for my middle son.  He was very frustrated that the costume wasn’t scary enough.  He kept making extreme scary faces with a cream puff on top of his head.  My two youngest sons both went as dragons one year.  The picture of them dressed as double dragons was so cute, that the film developer (that’s what they did back in the day), took it upon himself to blow up the picture and frame it.  My daughter is very artistic.  Her Halloween ensembles have always had a dark, phantom-like quality to them, no matter how innocent the costume.

I grew up in the north.  Some years it would snow on Halloween.  It was always such a disappointment to have to cover up my fantastic, creative costume with a puffy winter coat.  My youngest son writes for his school newspaper.  He wrote a hilarious article this year entitled, “Dentist and Devils Both Start with D:  Don’t Give Out Toothbrushes”.  One year we lived in the same neighborhood (clearly in a different division) as the Steelers’ great, Jerome Bettis.  Jerome happily passed out the king-sized candy bars to the trick-or-treaters himself, with a line forming miles down the street.

It bothers me when people demonize Halloween.  Why??  It’s just great fun!  It’s that one day of the year to let it all hang out.  It’s that one day of the year when we embrace every part of ourselves. Halloween is the day that we admit that we all have dark sides, and wild and crazy parts, to go along with the responsible, buttoned-up, practical side of ourselves we typically show the world.  I remember being at a Halloween party one year with a lot of the other moms from my neighborhood.  There was one mom in our play group who was the epitome of conservative, southern genteel.  She was the standard we all measured our mom-worthiness by – unflappable, structured, neat, orderly and almost perfect.  That year, she showed up to the Halloween party in a Disco Diva costume that put the Solid Gold Dancers to shame.  She danced like I have never seen anyone dance and I loved her for it!  I saw an aspect of her that night that I didn’t know was under all that virtue.  How great is that!

“If human beings had genuine courage, they’d wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween.” – Doug Coupland

Cat Woman

A friend of mine sent a screen shot to our group chat yesterday. (okay, I had to pause for a minute when I looked at my opening sentence.  That sentence would not have been even understood 10 years ago.  It might not have even been understood 5 years ago.  Funny, the winds of change.)  Anyway, the screen shot showed two beautiful, gray-haired ladies dressed artistically, almost “punk rockerly”.  The caption said: “20 Things Women Should Stop Wearing After The Age of 40 . . . .#1-20  The Weight of Other People’s Expectations and Judgments” – Wrong Turn at Albuquerque

I love my friends!  The friend who sent the screenshot said that maybe the age should have been changed to “30”.  I thought that maybe we could somehow make it so that there wouldn’t even have to be an age listed on that quote.  Wouldn’t it be wonderful if our daughters or at least, granddaughters could look at that quote quizzically like it was meaningless and hard to understand?  (kind of like how meaningless and hard to understand my first opening sentence would have been to me 10 years ago)

My daughter looks adorable every day for school.  She started high school and although they don’t require “uniforms”, there is a “uniform” for the girls who attend her school.  Ripped jeans, Vans or Birkenstocks, straightened hair, tops that are not too short to break dress code, but right at that fine line seem to be “the uniform” right now.   That is the expectation if you want to be one of the crowd and to avoid being judged.

Recently we were reminiscing about the year that my daughter was a cat for Halloween and she decided that the costume was way too great to be worn just on the one day of Halloween.  She wore her ears and her tail for weeks and weeks.  She wore that costume to stores, to preschool, and to bed.  She wore that costume out.  She wore that costume with pride and dignity.  Other people’s expectations and judgments weren’t one thought in my 4-year-old daughter’s mind at all.  When does that shift occur?

It’s funny, but watching my kids grow up, it sometimes seems like they already had it all absolutely right when they were little and then we adults messed with them.  We helped them become uptight little robots conforming to society’s judgments and expectations.  They’ll play along with the rules of the game, until they reach our age and then they may get a screenshot that jars their memory that maybe “the rules of the game” are a little ridiculous.  And something inside of them that has been sitting dormant since they were innocent little kids in cat costumes at the grocery store, will come roaring out and life will get interesting again.  Hopefully that age of awakening will drop from 40 to 30 to not needed, because that future little girl will never have been a prisoner to what other people think.