I’ve been invited to a party and this blog is my costume. When you’re invited to play dress up, what do you wear?
In my corner of this party, I’m reading Tarot cards. I have six decks for six different moods. (Still looking for decks to cover all the others.) Truth be confessed though, there is no time in my life these days for fortune telling. I can’t even remember if anything told back then has come to pass.
Witches have fascinated me since I was a kid.I put my dad’s tape recorder next to the TV and captured all of The Wizard of Oz. The recorder stayed between my pillow and the wall and I would listen to the movie as I fell asleep.
Witches may be beautiful or ugly (“Are you a good witch or a bad witch?”) but they get to do what they want. The townsfolk fear them. Maybe they are burned or drowned but they incite passion. Witches know what others don’t.
What do you know about witches? What does the word witch bring to mind? (“I’m not a witch at all. Witches are old and ugly.”)
For Halloween I don’t go to haunted houses or watch horror movies. That is not my Halloween. What about you? Do you like those slash and gore films? Vampire flicks? Killers in masks? They disrupt my sleep and perch in my thoughts for days. Once my friends tried to trick me into seeing a scary movie. When we got to the theater and I realized what film we were really there to see, I refused to get out of the car. “I’ve got a book in bag. Go see what you want but I’m staying here.” They begged and pleaded and promised it would be fun. But I knew what I didn’t want to see. They were surprised that I didn’t give in and join them. I stayed in the car.
How will Halloween find you this year? Dressed up? At a party? Handing out candy? Pretending the day doesn’t exist? Hiding in your home with the front lights off hoping the kids don’t realize you’re home? I will take my son–the red Power Ranger–trick-or-treating. At midnight I will be writing for now I don’t go to parties anymore. I start NaNoWriMo in a room full of strangers and friends. Telling a story is, after all, the very best kind of spell.
Now, go party. Talk to the dead. Eat sweats. And cast your spells.
A thanks to Vanessa for the invite and the idea.