Halloween is a classic example of “different strokes for different folks”!

Some Christian communities celebrate it as the feast of All Hallows’ Day: the beginning of the time (Allhallowtide) dedicated to remembering the dead particularly, the saints, martyrs and departed faithful.

On the pagan divide, Halloween is the witches’ New Year, the week of Samhain; a special time in the year when the living and the dead can easily reach out to each other, and a time for change and rebirth! To them, October 31 is the ideal time to consult the spirit world; the Night of Magic! Rituals and special exercises are prescribed to facilitate the process!

For the secular society, Halloween is simply another time for fun and commerce! A time for scary costume parties, playing pranks, guising, jack- o’- lanterns and other forms of weird entertainments.

In all these and other numerous observances, the discerning mind looks…

“They see the whole but they don’t see the stitches.
They don’t see the speech of the creator in the work
of the needle. We mend. We women turn things inside out
and set things right. We salvage what we can
of human garments and piece the rest into blankets.
Sometimes our stitches stutter and slow.
Only a woman’s eyes can tell. Other times,
the tension in the stitches might be too tight because of tears,
but only we know what emotion went into the making.
Only women can hear the prayer.”

~Louise Erdrich

Artist~Morgan Weistling
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The best kind of people are the ones that come into your life
and make you see sun where you once saw clouds.
The people that believe in you so much,
you start to believe in you too.
The people that love you simply for being you.
Those once-in-a-lifetime kind of people….

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“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.”

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Tonight it is my turn to host Poetics over at dVerse and my prompt is to write a Blessing Poem

There is a flow

a kind of unfolding

a wave like thing

that will

if you step aside from it

and from yourself

proceed outwardly

and inwardly

at once

it brings in it’s wake

beauty

marvel

and awe

and the knowledge that

it has precisely

nothing

whatsoever

to do with you

you may witness it

be touched by it

be held momentarily

in the beloved’s gaze

in this gift of grace

and

when this occurs

this rapturous blessing

that falls gently upon you

as light rain in a parched land

become as open to it

as that flower which waits in hope

as that embrace for an old friend

as a heart burst by a lovers touch

as a tear for a loss too deep for words

bring it fully…

Tonight’s Quadrille challenge at dVerse offered by Victoria is to write a 44 word poem including the word Sound.

whispers of wind

rustling trees

birdsong at dusk

rhythm of my footsteps

padding on the grass

frog jumps in pond

splashes in my consciousness

a ripple of thought

at the frequency of now

stillness falls over me

cloak of magic

feather light

nada brahma

Notes:

In the beginning was sound, the word,  and the word was “God.” Yet we complicate the original meaning of the words – forgetting our root, deaf to the sound. Forget that the whole point of our “uni-verse” is to bring us towards the oneness.

My father said, “This sound [vibration of God] is the source of all manifestation….The knower of the mystery of sound knows the mystery of the whole universe.”  Who is not listening?

Nada Brahma, Nada Brahma – all the world is sound. And…