There is a certain damp chill to the air today and the trees rattle their leaves like some many loose bones in the breeze. The afternoon threatens those who would wander outside with the threat of skin-scouring mists and bone-numbing drizzle. Crows are roosting in the snug safety of nearby branches, their silhouettes creating dark holes in the gold and russet arboreal tapestries. Their calls herald the arrival of autumn, a far better indicator of the season than any day marked on human calendars.
This time of year is by far my favorite and today and tomorrow are the most favored of the season. Today is a celebration of both the secular and the sacred. I’ll open the doors of my house to both trick-or-treaters and to the blessed dead. Candy will be served to the children of the neighborhood and those parents who themselves never outgrew the spooky fun of Halloween. For the dead, there will be offerings of food, prayers, and blessings. The celebrations this year will be much more low-key than last, with the spiritual aspects being observed in my typical solitary style.
Tomorrow is set aside on my personal calendar as a frenzied celebration of the creative spirit. November 1st kicks off National Novel Writing Month, so the day will find me writing wildly, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and occupying a world that exists largely in my own head. I believe in celebrating those things which bring you joy… and for me, there is a great deal of joy to be found in seat-of-my-pants speed writing. After a year that’s given little opportunity for writing, I’m looking forward to immersing myself in storytelling again.
Wishing you all a Happy Halloween, Blessed Samhain, and Fruitful All Novels Day!