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Halloween again

 I love the fall.  Fall is my favorite and October is STILL my favorite.  

One of my favorite memories is tangled up in a breakup.  

October 29th, 2016  He and I went to see our friends Steph and Tom at their home, Quiddity.  They were having a few friends over and a fire by the stream.  It was a perfect fall evening.  For once, we didn't fight before we got somewhere- so we arrived together in a good mood.

I was happy and content.  I had no idea the storm that would destroy my world as i knew it was only a day away.  

As we stood by the fire, talking, smoking, drinking beers - Tom told the story of the graves in their woods.  I was ......fascinated.......and then, I had to go find them.  So, the ladies (there were four of us that night) left the men to their fire and took off over the bridge and into the woods.  

And I mean woods. Leaves were up to our knees. There must have been at least a little moonlight, but I think we had flashlights. That's not clear to me. Being in the middle of the woods, unable to see the ground, but smelling the leaves and hearing their sounds along with our giggling and Steph's directions, was divine.

I find God in nature. When i think back I wonder if something, or someone was reaching out to me- If fate is determined and God knows everything, maybe he gave me that night to hang on to.  

I felt an overwhelming need to just stand still and listen.  Be alone.  Just be.  But the ladies wouldn't leave me alone.  I think they thought i'd break my damn neck.  Or forever be lost in the woods.  HA. 

Later I wrote a post on Facebook "Took a walk in the woods last night to visit and honor two graves.  Hard to explain how "peaceful and poetic" the place really is.

I was quoting Tom, who had a way with words.  

Me writing about it does the night no justice.

Now, when I reminisce I choose to remember this magical night because magic is exactly what it was.


Today I came to work dressed up for the Black Crowes concert tonight.  I am pushing the envelope, however it IS Halloween.  I left the scarves, hat and stuff in the car.  I'll save that for later.


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