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galdrinThe hard seasons of summer and winter do not mean as much to me as the soft seasons, spring and autumn. For some reason, I have a deep love for the transitional seasons of the year. Things are changing and there is an air of expectancy. Of the soft seasons, autumn is my favorite.
The earthy tones of the browns and rusts and orangy-yellows are gorgeous against their evergreen counterparts. Harvest colors. It is reflected in the color of my truck - not a bright fire-engine red, but a deeper, burgundy-like blood red - like the leaves right before the brown and fall to the ground where they bring joy to small children everywhere. It is reflected in the way I dress - dark blue-jeans, black or brown boots, solid pastel-colored shirts, very few with any designs on them.
It is also the time to reap the rewards of many months of preparation and nurturing - taking pride in the fruits our hard work has borne. I'm not talking farming here, in the strictly literal sense, either. Thoughts and ideas and projects that were planned during the long winter, were planted and grew in the bright light of spring and summer. Now it's time to enjoy what you've carefully watched over.
Time to give thanks for what blessings the higher planes have bestowed upon us. Sometimes it may not seem like much, but if we stop and look around, the truth is that there are many worse off than we. Hopefully we've not walked around in blinders and have helped those we could in whatever capacity we were able.
Happy Samhain, all. Tonight is the night of magic and wonder. Accordingly, the veil between the worlds grows thin tonight - for one last celebration before settling down to rest and sleep through the long nights ahead.
This day, I hold in my heart a single candle, burning in honor of, and my thanks for, the many close friends I have - scattered around the world. Believe me when I tell you that despite the physical distance, today and this evening I feel you all close about me. Your support and encouragement, a shoulder to lean on and an ear that listened, your warmth and love.
Tonight - together - let us thumb our nose at the Headless Horseman. Let us hop up behind the Wild Hunt and gallop through the dark. We'll play a few harmless tricks and spread an abundance of treats everywhere we ride.
The best of Samhain to you all. Happy Hallowee
The earthy tones of the browns and rusts and orangy-yellows are gorgeous against their evergreen counterparts. Harvest colors. It is reflected in the color of my truck - not a bright fire-engine red, but a deeper, burgundy-like blood red - like the leaves right before the brown and fall to the ground where they bring joy to small children everywhere. It is reflected in the way I dress - dark blue-jeans, black or brown boots, solid pastel-colored shirts, very few with any designs on them.
It is also the time to reap the rewards of many months of preparation and nurturing - taking pride in the fruits our hard work has borne. I'm not talking farming here, in the strictly literal sense, either. Thoughts and ideas and projects that were planned during the long winter, were planted and grew in the bright light of spring and summer. Now it's time to enjoy what you've carefully watched over.
Time to give thanks for what blessings the higher planes have bestowed upon us. Sometimes it may not seem like much, but if we stop and look around, the truth is that there are many worse off than we. Hopefully we've not walked around in blinders and have helped those we could in whatever capacity we were able.
Happy Samhain, all. Tonight is the night of magic and wonder. Accordingly, the veil between the worlds grows thin tonight - for one last celebration before settling down to rest and sleep through the long nights ahead.
This day, I hold in my heart a single candle, burning in honor of, and my thanks for, the many close friends I have - scattered around the world. Believe me when I tell you that despite the physical distance, today and this evening I feel you all close about me. Your support and encouragement, a shoulder to lean on and an ear that listened, your warmth and love.
Tonight - together - let us thumb our nose at the Headless Horseman. Let us hop up behind the Wild Hunt and gallop through the dark. We'll play a few harmless tricks and spread an abundance of treats everywhere we ride.
The best of Samhain to you all. Happy Hallowee
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Date: 2002-11-01 05:37 am (UTC)Lil, I have a problem with your Live Journal liting though. Perhaps you can straighten me out. I've got you identified incorrectly on my links. My bookmarks are listed like this:
[ Galdrin ] Rob Blake's Journal
[ Cissa ] Amanda Fisher's Journal
But what I have for your's is very wrong. It saiz: [ Linithiliel ] ______'s Journal
The name in the blank - it is wrong. Could you please, in private email if you would,
supply the correct value? I mean - I'm pretty sure you're not John _____ .
Thanks ...
- Rob aka Galdrin
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Date: 2002-11-02 03:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-04 05:06 am (UTC)- Rob