As so much of the imagery, articles and general mood of my blog is Halloween oriented, it would seem to follow that I like Halloween very much. Why is that this should be so? What is it about Halloween that makes me love it so much?
I could say that the Fall colors appeal to me more than the simple greens of Spring or Summer.
I could say that I prefer the cool evenings to the hot, sticky nights or freezing days of Winter.
I could say that I enjoy the community spirit that trick or treating, Harvest Festivals, and parties engender.
|Ahhh community....that's the spirit.|
I could say that Halloween marks the beginning of a series of holiday events that will lead us, ultimately, into and through the New Year, when the world is cold and dead and we await the new life of Spring.
I could say that on some primal level my Celtic ancestry calls me to celebrate this ending of Summer and beginning of Winter with a fire festival.
I could say that I truly enjoy the spirit of masquerade where I can dress as something else and leave my own self behind for awhile.
Ultimately it is all there. Each of these things is a reason why I love the Autumn season in general and Halloween in particular, but the ultimate reason, the reason that trumps all others, is that during the Halloween season, what with all the masks, costumes, spooky decorations, haunted houses, corn mazes, hayrides and the Grand Guignol of monsters walking the city streets in the open, side-by-side with fairy princesses, pirates and space men, for just a little while, the world outside looks like it does inside my head all the time.
Keep those pumpkins lit.