As I was inspired by Heather, I've decided to invite you all to ask inquire about my life in the same fashion she did. Her picture postings were so enlightening afterwards, and so were Whitewytch's! So, quoting Heather, "Ask me to take a picture of any aspect of my life that you're
interested in/curious about - it can be anything from the house I live
in to my favorite shoes. Leave your choice here as a comment, and I
will reciprocate by taking the pictures and posting them as an entry.
That way you get to know a little bit about my life." You can also ask about my pets and my children, etc.
I'm not a great photographer as most of my pics will be done on my Chocolate. But I will do the best I can! What better way to great a new season?
Wednesday, October 31, 2007, 09:58 AM EST [General]
I believe I should take Halloween off every year. I'm so excited today I'm just vibrating all over! I can't possibly concentrate on work. I couldn't sleep worth a darn last night either. Think I should just stay up all night tonight and just soak in all the energy of the season. I look so forward to seeing all the children in their costumes, and I just love the feel of the energies floating around. Bright blessings of love and light to all of my Covenspace friends and their families and familiars - past and present!
From the Iamawitch.com website. I've read this before and it always leaves me pensive.
The Halloween Witch
Each year they parade her
about, the traditional Halloween Witch. Misshapen
green face, stringy scraps of hair, a toothless mouth
beneath her deformed nose. Gnarled knobby fingers
twisted into a claw, protracting from a bent and
twisted torso that lurches about on wobbly legs.
Most think this abject image
to be the creation of a prejudiced mind or merely a
Halloween caricature.
I disagree; I believe this to
be how Witches were really seen.
Consider that most Witches:
were women, were abducted in the night, and smuggled
into dungeons or prisons under the secrecy of darkness
to be presented by light of day as a confessed Witch.
Few if any saw a frightened
normal looking woman being dragged into a secret room
filled with instruments of torture, to be questioned
until she confessed to anything suggested to her and
to give names or what ever would stop the
questions.
Crowds saw the aberration
denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed Witch.
As the Witch was paraded
through town en route to be burned, hanged, drowned,
stoned or disposed of in various other forms of
Christian love, all created to free and save her soul from
her depraved body the jeering crowds viewed the
results of hours of torture.
The face bruised and broken
by countless blows bore a hue of sickly green. The once
warm and loving smile gone, replaced by a grimace
of broken teeth and torn gums that leers beneath a
battered disfigured nose. The disheveled hair conceals
bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands
had torn away the lovely tresses. Broken twisted hands
clutched the wagon for support, fractured fingers
with nails torn away locked like groping claws to steady
her broken body.
All semblance of humanity
gone this was truly a demon, a bride of Satan, a Witch.
I revere this Halloween Crone
and hold her sacred above all. I honor her
courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side of
man. Each year I shed tears of respect when the
mundane exhibit their symbol of Christian love.
