Halloween–or more precisely Samhain is one of my most favorite holidays and it is right around the corner–a week from yesterday to be exact. I’m ready!
So what do I like about it the most? The history and legends from the ancient people, mainly the Celtic folk of the British Isles from whom I have descended–Irish, Welsh, Scots and English, Manx, Cornish and our cousins across the channel in Brittany. Most of them believed that on this night, a special and sacred time of their year, that the veil between our world and other realms became very thin and both good and evil things can come across and occasionally a lucky–or maybe unlucky!-soul can move from this earth to Otherwhere. This concept fascinates me! Although some of the ‘visitors’ could certainly be fearsome and terrible, others might be wondrous indeed.
So I will leave a plate of offerings out in the moonlight for any who might wander by. The actual trick or treaters seem to be fewer each year but I’m still believing that the unseen ones may come after the night gets still and the kiddos are safe home in their beds, full of goodies. It may be an owl, a wandering cat or a visiting coyote who claims my treats but I can always believe as I choose!
Another fun thing is dressing up and pretending to be someone other than our ordinary and prosaic self. I’ve dressed as a witch at times and and once when I was far too old for such shenanigans went trick or treating with my brother , both of us pretending to be hobos, wearing ragged old jeans and shirts (not too different from our normal chores at home attire!) and with clownish faces drawn on paper bags we put over our heads! We had a ball!
And, as an avid historian and lover of cowboys and all things western, I may just put o boots and a stetson and be a facsimile of the cowboy girl I used to be. No gun; I will not be trying to scare the kiddos or get myself into trouble, although when I rode my horses and mules out into the hills alone, I did carry a pistol and knew how to use it. That photo is me and a favorite mare back in those days on one of my rides out in the rough Arizona hills!
And guess what, this segues right into a pitch for my latest gay romance release from JMS which just hit the market last week. The Chap in Chaps is historical, taking place a bit over a century ago in Arizona, newly become a state at that time, the last one for a long time until Alaska and Hawaii were brought in. In my next post, I’ll tell you a lot more about this story and show off the cover which is one of my faves!
Meanwhile, get a cup of tea or spiced cider, a cookie or two and settle down to relax!