Daily Archives: November 1, 2017

Halloween or The Mask of the Self

Not Tomatoes

the mask of the true self A moon shadowed by clouds

I have a confession to make: I don’t really care for Halloween. I don’t dress up for the occasion if I can avoid doing so, even though I admire and appreciate a well-crafted ruse. I avoid Halloween gatherings like the plague unless they are Samhain in nature. This morning I got to thinking about why. Where the more modern-day celebration feels false and empty to me, the more ancient ceremonies and rituals from which it sprung, strip away the pretense in honor of the soul. Their substance feels like truth.

This morning, after waking from a dream in which I was debating whether to buy a sweater that looked like one I already had, I was reminded of the garments we choose to cover ourselves with. I thought of the modern-day tendency to amass large quantities of clothing and shoes in an effort to make…

View original post 519 more words

Fruits of Balance…


… “‘Greater’ is just as perplexing as ‘space’ and ‘colour’.”

“It contains the concept of consumption.”

“Yet, is not necessarily overjoyed at the idea.”

“Perhaps it is just issuing a friendly warning.”



“Whichever way we look at it, natural hierarchies involve predation.”

“Why, even space gets in on it.”

“Look at how the sky swallows a bird.”

“That is merely an illusion of distance.”


Solstice of the Moon: Stories unknown

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

We had driven to Fortingall to see the venerable yew, but it just happens to be in the grounds of a church, so it was inevitable that we would take a look around. We do seem to spend a lot of our holidays in cemeteries from one epoch or another, though the ones we generally favour tend to be as old as the yew itself.

We didn’t even get through the gate without a sense of wonder. We recognised the river-carved stones that topped the gateposts of both the churchyard and almost every gate we passed. They were of the same organic shapes as the family of sacred stones of Tigh na Cailleach, a mysterious shrine not too far away. Too far for us, sadly; we did not have time for a six hour walk through the hills, not this trip anyway, as we were booked for an…

View original post 685 more words