"Run like Hell..." - Pink Floyd

Or confront?

Halloween, the perfect time to confront our fears...
An old tradition of dragging the scary into the light. Dissect it and hopefully break it down, so instead of the horror, you see the fluff or ash it inevitably turns out to be sprinkled to disappear into the light...triumphant and feeling invincible at least once a year.

As a matter of course I don't call down the negative...it's not that I'm not aware but I don't want to give bad things any energy. You focus on it and it grows, takes on a life of it's own. Becomes the disaster you seek to avoid. But when it's forced in front of you...you look.

Like Halloween it regularly surfaces, whether you want it to or not...vampires, mummies, the Blob, Frankenstein, Monsters of the most hideous sort. Chasing you, draining you of blood, trying to kill you, absorb you, poison you, refusing to let you go, making your heart stop. And beyond that there are the Zombies...those who live through the ultimate of horrors. To not really live at all...

So for one night, one night only I drag it into the light, take off the mask, unwrap the bandages, and in the practical world, look in the mirror, look at my body, gauge my energy or lack there of...look at the pale, the tired, the sad, the lonely and the useless, feel the scream that keeps threatening and feel the chemicals that threaten to embalm.


And then I light a candle, cast it all into the dead rustling leaves to be skittered away down the street with a sudden whirl of wind, say a few words of incantation and send it far away into the night. I'll focus not.

I'll re-assess next year.