I have been going through old photos and putting out my Halloween decorations. I went out with Tiger and Bella in the dark to hang my Halloween windchime. I figured if they can see in the night so can I. It is very still and the predicted rain not yet here. I definitely feel the slide toward Halloween and the opening of the door of November 1st and the night of the dead.
Poetry is essential. We each must write. David Whyte has this to say.