I’ve just spent all morning crafting a Hallowe’en piece about how, in the olden days when I was young, my father carved me a Jack~o~lantern from a turnip. And made a ‘ghost’ costume from a paper grain sack, with slits for arms and holes where he thought my eyes would be, when he pulled it over my head. (They weren’t!)
About how this age~old celebration of harvest safely gathered in, has evolved into full~on pumpkin mania. Complete with store bought fancy dress and debates on whether ‘Trick or Treating’ should be outlawed.
About the magic and the mystery. Honouring the past, preparing for the future.
I definitely saved it.
But it’s vanished, without a trace.
What subtle energy has whisked it from my page, unread?
One that didn’t wish me to publish it, I guess ~ because I’m not going to type it all again. It’s time I had a rest. And I have a hand~written copy to amuse my grandchildren.
The Artist had a good laugh, when I was relating my childhood experience of All Hallow’s Eve to him last night. And it gave me warm memories of special people, now departed and of days gone by, filled with innocent fun and love.
And that, despite the mischievous sprits of the internet, is nurturing.
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