Jack O'Lanterns lit
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Does anyone bob for apples anymore? I know caramel apples are still around. The history of Halloween as I knew it didn't go back as far as it could or should, nor did I ever associate Halloween with future events. Once again I've been caught on the "It's not what we don't know that gets us in trouble..." hook. I thought I knew the "important stuff" about Halloween when I could carve a pumpkin myself, go trick or treating myself, and decide for myself how quickly to eat my treats. I missed much of the history and community aspects.
Trick? or Treat?
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Samhain
By Annie Finch
(The Celtic Halloween)
In the season leaves should love,since it gives them leave to movethrough the wind, towards the groundthey were watching while they hung,legend says there is a seamstitching darkness like a name.Now when dying grasses veilearth from the sky in one last palewave, as autumn dies to bringwinter back, and then the spring,we who die ourselves can peelback another kind of veilthat hangs among us like thick smoke.Tonight at last I feel it shake.I feel the nights stretching awaythousands long behind the daystill they reach the darkness whereall of me is ancestor.I move my hand and feel a touchmove with me, and when I brushmy own mind across another,I am with my mother's mother.Sure as footsteps in my waitingself, I find her, and she bringsarms that carry answers for me,intimate, a waiting bounty."Carry me." She leaves this trailthrough a shudder of the veil,and leaves, like amber where she stays,a gift for her perpetual gaze.
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