“Samhain was considered to be a moment when the veil between this world and the otherworld was at its thinnest. Old gods had to be placated with gifts and sacrifice, and the trickery of fairies was an even greater risk than usual. This was a liminal moment in the calendar, a time between two worlds, between two phases of the year, when worshippers were about to cross a boundary but hadn’t yet done so. Samhain was a way of marking that ambiguous moment when you didn’t know who you were about to become, or what the future would hold. It was a celebration of limbo.” ~ Katherine May
Good coffee, not great. Cat’s hangin’ fairly chill. Nice morning, not too cold. I must admit I’m feelin’ old – lately. It’s not an everyday thing, or even every hour. It’s kinda sorta an existential feeling. A mildly profound feeling, like when you sit oceanside on a warm Florida Keys night, seabird chattering in the dark, Full Moon fixin’ to break the horizon over the ocean, any minute. Just sit. Just sit there and contemplate the immensity before you. Go ahead, take another toke for Mr. Marley. The tide is coming in with the Moon. Doesn’t this sort of stuff leave you in wonder? Wow, I’d best shake it all off and get ready for work. Three workdays in a row, coming right up. I am so friggin tired! Life tired. News tired. Tired of trauma, which if viewed from the requisite head space is just Life; get used to it, buddy. Suck it up, buttercup. My major seductive vector this morning is cynicism – and oh woe is me romantic pining. Ooooo, nice phrase. I say seductive because I could so easily go there; all of the above. Say, ya know, Samhain’s coming is only a few days away. The Veil is being pulled back as we speak. I can feel the Ancestors mingling just Beyond. The one that’s been whispering to me lately is the one (I wish I knew her name) who was hung in Salem, Massachusetts, back in 1692, give or take. Yeh, I have a long ago Ancestor who was hung as a witch back East in Salem. My guts tell me she likely was a witch. I’ll go with that. K, off to work . . .
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.
Eyeyotee 
Hi Ken, Did you find out about the witch from the geneology report my daughter made? Did you know there is a book that was written about her? I think it is called The Laughing Witch, or something like that. I have it here somewhere. She laughed at her accusations, so that’s why she is called that. I wish I knew where the book was, I would mail it to you. I believe her name was Suzanne something. I hope you have a nice day.