It's an odd time of year. The seasons are in flux. The days are getting markedly shorter. We have shifted from waking up in the dark to driving home in the dark. One day, the weather requires jackets and gloves. The next day, you're wearing shorts and sweating in the sun. All of this chaos seems to breed instability. I am all but convinced that is why our collective unconscious uses this time of year to celebrate the dead . Does that sound morbid? Halloween in itself is a dichotomy between fanciful fantasy and morbid horror. It's a day to be someone (or something) we are not. For some, that could be a kitty cat, a princess, or a cartoon character. For others, it's a zombie or a grotesque monster. Are we communing with the dead, scaring away the demons, or just playing make believe in an effort to escape that which we fear? In the Christian tradition, Halloween is followed by All Saints Day. Although technically celebrat...
My periodic musings on life.