So, I never did get around to blogging about Samhain. Bad! *swat* But, I did do a little something for the evening. Not much, granted, like I told A. I lit candles. About a half million of them or so. I spared a thought for those passed on - my grandfathers, but mostly Ed, and little Salem, of course. I put out milk and bread for the land spirits. And I laid out some tarot cards.

I wasn’t really in the mood, to be honest. It crept up on me, the 31st of October, with me decorating like, three days before, and cursing time for moving so bloody fast, and then whoosh. Gone. The wheel turns fast, children, and if you blink, you’ll miss something. Like, entire holidays, perhaps, like the autumn equinox, or that silly one on the first of August (Lammas) that means about as much to me as any other day in August, or even a night like Halloween.

Blink.

We’re five days into November, and it feels like it should still be September 1st or something, except for the chill and the first dusting of snow we had tonight. Time just seems to be sweeping along at a breakneck pace, kind of like Nascar, if you ask me - a circular race to nowhere, just go go go, as fast as you can.

I need to slow down. If there’s anything this year has taught me, it’s that I need to spend more time living in the real world, appreciating the little things in life. No, not just the little things - the real things. Things outside of my own head, outside of my own thoughts. I need to step into this world, the real one, and take a breather from the worlds in my head, and the time I spend on them.

Fresh air. Sunrise. Sunset. A cup of tea. The chickens running around the yard. Yarn and bread dough in my hands. The scent of warming cider and muffins and fresh laundry. Spending time with people - real people, in the flesh. And spending time alone - really alone, not hovering around online chatting with faraway friends.

Tarot did me little good that night - my mind was on other things. But that’s okay - I didn’t need the cards to tell me what I needed to know. I just needed Father Time to come kick my ass into November, to wake me up and say: “Hey, pay attention, girl. Life’s passing you by. Come enjoy it while you can.”

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1. I understand completely. I’ve been feeling the same way lately, like time is slipping away from me, and instead of jumping into the midst of it I’m watching it go.

   Comment by amber — November 5, 2007 @ 5:20 pm

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