I went to a pagan festival this past weekend, the CMA Samhain one.
There was a dumbfeast Saturday night, which I didn't feel right taking part in for a number of reasons. As I've lost a family member and a big chunk of my own life this year, I really kind of needed to somehow address that grief, but that wasn't my space for it.
So I'm sitting here in my office, reading your story, walking through a ficticious woman's celebration of her dead, and that was, in fact, really something I needed to do. Thank you for writing this. It was lovely and exactly the perfect thing for me to read this morning. You're a beautiful writer and an amazing person.
I just got ridiculously hungry reading this. Now I want to recreate the menu.
I liked that it was sweet and enduring--I can never really believe ghost stories that are supposed to be scary, because I can't see how ghosts would be any more objectionable than their living counterparts. Basically, whenever I try to imagine a scary ghost, it just seems cranky and petulant.
I wrote this early in the morning before eating *anything* and was taking it out on my fiction. :D
I like creepy, mysterious ghost stories, myself. And I like it when ghosts go from being scary to endearing, but never lose the creepiness - my favorite example of this is the little girl ghost in The Sixth Sense. At first she's freaky and startling, then you realize she's sympathetic and sweet in an "I'm dead" sort of way.. but she is ALWAYS creepy.
Melancholy, and disquieting, and beautiful at once, and all the more effective for the narrator's matter-of-fact delivery and avoidance of angst-wallowing--bravissima!
(Forgive the delay--I happened upon this via food_in_fiction.)
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There was a dumbfeast Saturday night, which I didn't feel right taking part in for a number of reasons. As I've lost a family member and a big chunk of my own life this year, I really kind of needed to somehow address that grief, but that wasn't my space for it.
So I'm sitting here in my office, reading your story, walking through a ficticious woman's celebration of her dead, and that was, in fact, really something I needed to do. Thank you for writing this. It was lovely and exactly the perfect thing for me to read this morning. You're a beautiful writer and an amazing person.
Much love,
Rowan
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I love Halloween. *grin*
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I liked that it was sweet and enduring--I can never really believe ghost stories that are supposed to be scary, because I can't see how ghosts would be any more objectionable than their living counterparts. Basically, whenever I try to imagine a scary ghost, it just seems cranky and petulant.
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I like creepy, mysterious ghost stories, myself. And I like it when ghosts go from being scary to endearing, but never lose the creepiness - my favorite example of this is the little girl ghost in The Sixth Sense. At first she's freaky and startling, then you realize she's sympathetic and sweet in an "I'm dead" sort of way.. but she is ALWAYS creepy.
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(Forgive the delay--I happened upon this via food_in_fiction.)
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