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.
It’s the week of Samhain, the witches new year, and I sit here contemplating it and what it means to me.
Halloween. All Hallows Eve. This is the time of year when the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest. Because of this, communicating with the dead is much easier on Samhain. The spirits are roaming around us all the time, but on October 31 they seem able to reach us a bit better than on other nights of the year. Make an effort to speak to them this week. Be prepared for a response. (more…)
I would have posted this on the 5th, which was the actual day I rescued him, but since I just found his baby picture I thought I’d just be a few days late and say HAPPY ANNIVERSARY HARVEY!
October 5, 2011 when I had come back to the office from lunch I was informed that one of our staff had discovered some stray kittens behind the building. I went to look at them and among them sat this little black beauty with just a tiny white smudge across his chest. He looked at me just like he’s looking at the camera here. He would not take his eyes off me. I knew then and there that I had to bring him home.
So I did.
Mr. LaVeaux wasn’t too thrilled by this, but once he held the kitten he had a name for him already. Harvey. And it fit perfectly.
It was serendipitous to find a black kitten so close to Halloween. He is kind of like a little Samhain good luck charm. There is nothing worse than the myth of black cats being bad luck. They make the best pets, and they are so playful. Harvey is a little over three years old and still acts like a baby.
Here’s to our first three years with Mr. Harvey LaVeaux. May we have many, many more!