October. The most magical month of the year. Here in the northern hemisphere summer is leaving and winter is coming. The cold wind takes the dead leaves and the candy industry rules the world. Horror movies splatter screens everywhere. Creepy, tacky, and macabre decorations spread over yards. People bemoan even thinking about costumes or they cackle in delight at sweet cheap ideas for the costume party.
I embrace most of it. (Not the horror movies. More power to you, you mad, gore-loving souls.)
Every October I watch this delightful documentary, The American Scream. It brings tears to my eyes (because I’m like that).
I decorate my mantle and make my costume. What about you? Do you wear a costume? Tell me about it, please!
But like I said, I’m not here for the horror. I love the witchcraft and magic. And I’m jealous of Dia de los Muertos. I wish we’d kept the roots of Samhain and the honoring of those who’ve died. I’m not Mexican and am reluctant to just steal their holiday. But I have Irish ancestry, so Samhain is fair game.
It’s good for the soul.
All Hallow’s Eve is coming. The veil is lifting. Those who’ve gone through before are there, one way or another, whether as spirits or memory (much the same thing, I think). This Halloween look up into the night sky and remember. Say hello to the spirits and memories sailing through the night. Prepare their favorite food or play their favorite song. Do something before the veil drops back into place and the year marches on.
There’s no better time to believe in magic.
Thanks for reading.
3 thoughts on “The end of October…”
I hate Halloween because of the bloody stuff. All the gooey zombies and dead babies and rotting nurses and stuff. And the Sexy Whatevers. And all the cultural appropriation and the objections to cultural appropriation as well.
But you make me love Halloween. I’m thinking of doing my own private Day of the Dead at my late mother’s house, in honor of her and of my late best friend, and my grandparents. I have no Mexican ancestry (that I know of), but I don’t want to appropriate the culture; I just want to celebrate my lost loved ones.
I understand. I’m not here for the bloody stuff and commodification of the day. But I am going to keep the holiday in the way I want it to be kept.
And if I made you love Halloween–YAY! Many cultures have some variation of honoring the dead. I think creating your own ritual or some such is perfectly fine. I have witchy decorations on my mantel and tucked in among the decorations, I have photos of loved ones who have passed.
Also, to be clear, in spite of the title and the image caught in the trailer image, The American Scream is not scary. It is heart-warming.