Yep. Hallowe’en! All Hallow’s Eve! The end of all that was for the year wheel. The 8th leg on Mother Spider. Samhain. For Celts, New Year’s Eve. The veil is thin and the opportunity to clear old karmic grievances is at hand. For me, Hallowe’en is filled with love. LOVE – not fear. And as we all know, Love and Fear are direct opposites. My heart is always full on Hallowe’en because in this one day, I see so much […]
She also tortured me by enrolling me in tap and ballet. I was not good at it. At 5pm every Tuesday and Thursday, I went to every class and tried my best. I also harbored a secret hatred of the class because I had to miss the last 15 minutes of Batman. The Adam West and Burt Ward dynamic duo started double episodes at 4 o’clock. I never got to see them actually foil anyone. I’d drag chubby, leotard wearing butt off the couch and tap on out the door dejectedly
We curse, us Angels, because we want to believe in your perfection
While you wipe your burning fingerprints on the milky canvas sky,
Press your bare feet into new damp grass blades to affirm
Cliches about “Footprint” poems where Someone carries you
Sets our teeth on edge and yes Angels have teeth.
It is a small thing. Not so much a great work of greatness. It is a small piece of love to be added to the patchwork quilt of kindness; the network of loving words spoken about someone when they leave us. It is the muffled muttering of minor stars when a supernova in their constellation flickers out.