Halloween night

Well, that was very gentle. Either Billyjoejimbob or the Freddy charm did the business. Not one trick or treater tonight, as opposed to last night’s 6.30 rash of the little darlings. I am so glad.

Normally I’m enthusiastic about people dressing up and making fools of themselves. But the lack of it, the lack of anything much tonight, was a real blessing. I no longer feel drained, because I’ve reached the interesting stage where I don’t have any energy left to drain. Tonight feels soft and slow and very easy. I know I’m going to sleep ‘The sleep of the dead!’ and enjoy it. If I dream at all, I expect visions of a muted intimate nature instead of the Richard Dadd meets Agatha Christie scenarios I usually put myself through. Yes, this is going to be pleasant.

As a practising pantheist/pagan/whatever, I should be leaping around welcoming Darkness, the Hunter and the Goddess in less approachable mode. But that hasn’t been around me. All that is around me is this warmth and a feeling that everything’s going to be all right. It occurs to me that this cold has been a complete bastard.

Almost the midnight hour. Best luck to all, old and young, seelie and unseelie at the crossroads of the year. Tomorrow, we party.