A Celebration of The Unseen

I LIVE to celebrate! Over the years, I have taken a hard look at each holiday to find what I am really celebrating. It's usually not what the stores/media tell me to celebrate. It took me some time to figure out the Halloween thrill that I absolutely love... but can't describe.

So here's an attempt:

I reject the gore and sexy costumes. I reject any celebration of unresolved fears, even terror.

I instead celebrate the mystery of the unseen and assert our collective triumph over death.

 

I'd like to think that, through costumes, we reveal, for a moment, interesting parts of our personalities that we normally keep from view.

I decorate to make my surroundings like that of an old Victorian scientist's/naturalist's library shrouded in mourning. (shi-i-i-ver)  I put out things that make me think of that time in history when science itself was part alchemy and magic. A time when electricity, radiation, and all sorts of never-before-imagined powers remained unseen.

That magic is real.

With black crepe decorating my windows and covering my mirrors (the first person who looks in a mirror in a house of morning will die next!), black-and-white pictures of long-dead revelers, and a few tombstones out front, I take time tonight to remind Death that I don't fear him. His power is limited. 

What powers are not limited?

Unseen powers, like friendship, family, love, and our collective triumph over death.

That magic is real. Let's celebrate!