I put a spell on you, because you're mine.
The title of this post came from something I had previously written between July and now that was restored from a previous draft. Seeing as tonight it Halloween, and it is appropriate, I kept it. It seems like a powerful coincidence.
As a matter of fact there are too many coincidences for it to be an actual coincidence. What's the word? I don't know. I am letting the music crest and fall over me and my body sways in unison.
Buddha kept giving me puppy kisses on my arm and elbow. I could tell that he could feel the happiness in the air. When my heart is free, he can feel it as well. And tonight my heart is in free fall.
I have the candles lit and festive Halloween music playing. I have had 13 or 14 kids come to my door tonight. I gave them hand full after hand full of candy. I knew we weren't going to have a lot of kids come by and I wanted to reward the kids who went old school, and walked door-to-door around the neighborhood.
I've been divining through music. Like I said, too many coincidences to be a coincidence.
Preservation Hall Jazz Band - Rattlin' Bones
"If you ever get down New Orleans way
You might steer clear on St. Joseph’s Day
The graveyard bones make a rattlin’ sound
And the dead get up and start walkin’ around"
The only time I was ever in New Orleans was actually on St. Josephs Day. There was a big festival. We were eating in a fancy restaurant and my dad went outside to smoke a cigarette. Next thing I know he is knocking on the window and pretending to go down a flight of imaginary stairs. I remember being slightly embarrassed. He was always a party wherever he went and I couldn't relate to that. He told us that a parade was coming so we all stumbled outside. Strangers passed us by and gave us kisses on our cheeks and necks, and gave us flowers and beads around our shoulders.
During Samhain is a time to honor the ancestors who have come before us. Tonight the veil is the thinnest and if a loved ones has passed away within the past year it is the perfect night to celebrate their memory and listen to any words of advice they may offer.
Tonight I lit a candle in honor of my dad who died last March and my nana who passed away last Thanksgiving Day. I got on my knees and talked to them with an open heart. I asked my dad for forgiveness. I embraced anything he had to say to me and I embrace that part of him that I had previously rejected. I asked my nana for forgiveness. I lamented the lost time I should have spent with her and strive to show the world the wonderful woman she was by my own actions.
It is also a time to let die the things of the past. Around a year ago I accidentally created the wrong kind of energy by focusing my intention on something inappropriate. Tonight I will break that which no longer suits me.
It will be new but it will be good for me.
As a matter of fact there are too many coincidences for it to be an actual coincidence. What's the word? I don't know. I am letting the music crest and fall over me and my body sways in unison.
Buddha kept giving me puppy kisses on my arm and elbow. I could tell that he could feel the happiness in the air. When my heart is free, he can feel it as well. And tonight my heart is in free fall.
I have the candles lit and festive Halloween music playing. I have had 13 or 14 kids come to my door tonight. I gave them hand full after hand full of candy. I knew we weren't going to have a lot of kids come by and I wanted to reward the kids who went old school, and walked door-to-door around the neighborhood.
I've been divining through music. Like I said, too many coincidences to be a coincidence.
Preservation Hall Jazz Band - Rattlin' Bones
"If you ever get down New Orleans way
You might steer clear on St. Joseph’s Day
The graveyard bones make a rattlin’ sound
And the dead get up and start walkin’ around"
The only time I was ever in New Orleans was actually on St. Josephs Day. There was a big festival. We were eating in a fancy restaurant and my dad went outside to smoke a cigarette. Next thing I know he is knocking on the window and pretending to go down a flight of imaginary stairs. I remember being slightly embarrassed. He was always a party wherever he went and I couldn't relate to that. He told us that a parade was coming so we all stumbled outside. Strangers passed us by and gave us kisses on our cheeks and necks, and gave us flowers and beads around our shoulders.
During Samhain is a time to honor the ancestors who have come before us. Tonight the veil is the thinnest and if a loved ones has passed away within the past year it is the perfect night to celebrate their memory and listen to any words of advice they may offer.
Tonight I lit a candle in honor of my dad who died last March and my nana who passed away last Thanksgiving Day. I got on my knees and talked to them with an open heart. I asked my dad for forgiveness. I embraced anything he had to say to me and I embrace that part of him that I had previously rejected. I asked my nana for forgiveness. I lamented the lost time I should have spent with her and strive to show the world the wonderful woman she was by my own actions.
It is also a time to let die the things of the past. Around a year ago I accidentally created the wrong kind of energy by focusing my intention on something inappropriate. Tonight I will break that which no longer suits me.
It will be new but it will be good for me.