I am spent today getting more and more excited about Halloween! Here is me in my costume…
I seem to be costumed as Myself. I made hot cider, ( I have a Spooky Sighter Cider Thing ) got candy , a few last minute Bats and Skulls, lit all the candles, got my Halloween Town all battery-ed and plugged in….. I was ready for the Party!
Then it dawned on me, that I hadn’t actually invited anyone and I was having a party by myself. Gads, I thought, Who has a party by themselves???? I wanted to write something about Halloween and magic and the Spirit that lives inside us, and the monsters that live under the bed, when I saw the link that Spacelaw had posted. And I think she already said it. As well, if not better that I could. It deserves its own post….
Here’s to having your own Halloween party!!!!! Many thanks Spacelaw!
” This year, pushed by a certain amount of nostalgia, I decided to host a Halloween party.
But since I live in a country where people do not celebrate Halloween, I decided to keep it private.
My heart is full of ghosts, so the choice of that organ for a haunted house seems adequate. My ghosts are cheeky enough – they are friends after all - so I am sure they will be game.
Decorating will not be so much of an issue: The walls are a deep red and gory looking already and Time has left plenty of cobwebs in the corners of my head or in abandoned chambers of my heart to pitch a perfect atmosphere. Memories of laughter long past and gone will be our lights: They are both suitably faded and bright enough still that we shall not need more. Having said that, a few skull shaped candles here or there will not go amiss.
Love will be our drink for the party, fizzy and lethal. I hope you don’t mind…
It shall bubble from the cup of our lost illusions, rich and bitter like crushed friendship, raising to our head like a torment. Sweet torment!
How lucky it was to have suffered loss of love so we might now enjoy the sweetness of that in bloom. How could we fail to get drunk on such nectar?
Spiders in their webs will play a string concerto.
Music is a memory they say. Let it tinkle in the chandeliers, caress the ribbons of poetry hanging at the window like so many chimes. Let it tick in your soul and tack in your heart, reeling in the sweet buzzing of bees in summer, the wind howling in your hair and that minute whisper of the first drop of snow flying in the river. For our more animal needs, nearby blood rushing will drum a deeper melody of time and hunt.
For what is a party without flirt? Do mingle and have a good time.
The ghosts here are all friends and enjoy a laugh or two. Or three. No doubt they will tell you numerous funny anecdotes of their time, embarrassing me with awkward tales, pictures and many a re-enactment in their impish ways. They’ll try to spook you too, no doubt; it IS Halloween after all is said and done. They mean no harm but if you feign horror they will be delighted. They have so little occasions to enjoy themselves… They will trick and treat you until it is time for you to leave (which is when candles will be sputtering and threatening to set my heart on fire).
Above all, have fun, for that is what parties are for.
Otherwise you might as well be sitting at home in your pyjamas, munching on the odd cookie.”
A few people did end up dropping by, a Boss, a Young Person and her friend, Merry housekeeper with Mini-man and the Spooky Daughter, and Christy and Drea, all very fun. Now tho, it’s me and the candles and the ghosts and a Freaky Little Venus. And we are having a magic time.
Happy Halloween, Everyone!!!!!!!
