Month: October 2017

On This the Eve of Halloween

This year, Mr. LaVeaux and I will be having a very low key Halloween. At sunset on Halloween, we’ll be cutting a pumpkin and making our first jack-o-lantern in many years, burning a candle and breathing prayers under the night sky, drinking beer and thinking about those who have gone on before us.

The changing season, oncoming cold weather, falling leaves…all of autumn makes me reflect upon the reality of death and our human mortality. And not in a negative, fearful way, either. Watching the Earth as she rolls toward slumber puts me in touch with what is real. It kind of makes the thought of death feel less scary. After all, it is just the final turn of the wheel of time, a wheel we were born to ride to the end.

Halloween, that season where the veil is thinnest, hearkens us to look within ourselves at the core of what makes us human. What makes us Earthlings. As from the Earth we sprung forth, and to the Earth we shall return.

And at the heart of this realization is a beauty so sublime, it can make a soul weep with joy.

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Hot Tea on a Cold Day

Sometimes there is nothing more refreshing than a piping hot cup of tea on a brisk, cold day.

Tea takes me to other places in my mind, places I’ve never been, places I dream about and conjure in the vast regions of my imagination.

What is it like to stand inside the Taj Mahal? Does it smell sweetly of spice?

What would it be like to walk along the River Thames in London, a mug of Earl Grey tea warming my hands?

I take a sip of my cinnamon tea on this first truly cold day of the autumn and breathe in this season of Halloween.

Mmmm.

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Thoughts that Ramble in my Mind

It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged. Sometimes, there just aren’t too many things to be said. Sometimes, thoughts consume me that I cannot express.

This is where I have been. Silent, but with a mind busy trying to understand life.

You would think that as a 50-something who has lived through so much good and bad that I would be at a place where I am settled in my thoughts.

Not the case.

Sometimes I think that maybe I should try writing another novel. Maybe go back to writing poetry and doing my art.

Then I think, what is the point? What purpose would it serve?

Mr. LaVeaux and I had this conversation today over pizza. My wise and loving husband reminded me that even when everything seems pointless in life, our lives are meant to be lived and enjoyed. To not worry about what others think. To do what you want because you love doing it. To not worry that you’re wasting your time when you do what you love to do.

Having him is one of the greatest joys of my life. He keeps me grounded and guides me.

So as I sit here, spilling my thoughts on this blog and probably making no kind of sense as I do so, I think…what difference does it make?

We all need to create. We all need to express ourselves. We all need to do those things that make our hearts sing.

Now that I’ve written all of this down, I see the answer to the question nagging at my soul.

To borrow from occultist Aleister Crowley, I will quote him here: “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.” While I do not practice Thelema, I do find wisdom in this statement when interpreted in a different way.

In my mind, I see the Law as meaning to live as you wish as long as you’re not hurting yourself or any other living thing.

Thank you for reading these rambling thoughts. Now, time to go out and LIVE.

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