All Hallow’s Eve….

There is something superstitious, mysterious, and magical about Halloween… it makes the heart race simply through refection. Like an ancient whisper that zipped through campfires and inspired the imagination primitively.

“The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats. Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows' Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.”  ― Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree

“The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats.
Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’ Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.”
― Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree

Happy Independence Day!

Have a safe and happy 4th of July.

During the year I find myself losing a lot of faith in our system of government, in our regulations or lack of them, and in the seemingly dauntless challenge correcting the problems we find before us now.

BUT

On the 4th of July I reflect upon the ideals of the United States of America. I reflect upon the idea that we can be a nation united in strength, compassionate to all, and dedicated to moving towards a peaceful world.

I become re-energized to do my part. I find hope again because I look to the goodness around me and those people who are doing their part too.

Raise your glass and toast the fulfillment of a dream!

"Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest: The soul, uneasy and confin’d from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come." -Alexander Pope

“Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin’d from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.”
-Alexander Pope