Becoming red haired & Halloween

Becoming red haired...

It's amazing what bringing out a little red can do to a person. I don't know what possesed me to do it. I do know who encouraged me to do it. I do know who did it. And she's more than likely laughing herself sick.

Since making the change a connection with the past has come through. I have vague memories of a lady who I can see in shadows & a hint or ghost of in my own features. I have always felt like an outsider looking in... for as long as I can remember... and now... it's like I see the reflection & its clicked that I do belong. the connection I searched for is showing through.

It's also really weird to see myself now with how I looked when I was a child after a summer of good food, good work, and lots of love. Amazing how simple it was to regain that piece of me back.

Long forgotten tidbits & memories & impressions are also coming back to. Color truly is a memory stimulator. And it's amazing to see how much I really do remember especially things I grieved over forgetting because of being young, foolish & not paying closer attention.

Peace, comfort, and above all love are coming back.

Halloween

Halloween or more mad ramblings from the red hair effect. LOL

I know this is one word that can be a real button pusher to some people and nothing to others. It boggles my mind how some people can take such a dim and narrow view of this holiday and let it turn them into foaming at the mouth raving lunatics, that require being physically removed from the preeminence or hung up on.

Yeah, I know it's got a lot of nasty connotations associated with it. (I should know I've had enough bible thumpers try to beat it into my head over the years)But that doesn't automatically make me one who participates in the dark side of the holiday. No, I don't nip off to a coven of witches meeting nor do I go to a séance or other type of dark negative activities that they associate with Halloween. I'm too busy to hang out in grave yards and participate in the trappings of the ill side of this holiday.

While I am guilty of some of the trappings. I like candles, incense, teas, odd music for starters and I do have a broom at my place. These don't necessarily make me anything more than a normal regular everyday person. My broom is used for much more mundane and normal activities like sweeping floors & removing spiders to the great outdoors rather than for anything exciting like flying to the moon. If it did show that it could fly... I'd probably die of fright or go running off screaming into the unknown, refusing to return to my place.

The only things I'm guilty of are: I dress up. I do go trick or treat with the kids or hand out candy to those who come by my place. I do enjoy the pumpkin carving, roasting pumpkin seeds, watching certain shows "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" for example or maybe the Harry Potter series of movies. I love decorating the house. Why? Because of the dark associations of the holiday or something else.

The correct answer is...

It's totally and all about something else. My deep dark little secret is that I love Halloween because for 24 hours if I chose to drag it out that long I can be whatever I want to be. I can slip the bonds of being who I am 24/7 normally. To become someone or something that I might never otherwise consider being. Maybe a character I admire from history, television, cartoon, comic book, or reading book or maybe something of my own creation. I can be pretty or horrific. I can search for the perfect already made costume or I can create it from supplies I have on hand or supplies I pick up from various suppliers. I can be what ever my little heart desires and that is the key to Halloween for me.

As a kid I didn't fit in very well. I didn't get the whole kid interaction thing. I did get the bumps, bruises, and hurts from not fitting in. So as a kid it didn't take me very long to learn; that Halloween was magical and very special. It was a day that gave me a clean slate and leveled the playing field. For a mere 24 hours, I could forget the pain, the humiliation, and more from not belonging or fitting in and could suddenly belong & fit in. IT automatically made me for 24 hours socially acceptable well at least it seemed that way as a kid. Yes, I was pretty limited in what I was allowed to be and often I was the same thing every year but it didn't get me teased like wearing the same dress for each special events did. It was special, powerful, and very magical to me and I totally embraced the freedom that this unique day gave to me each year. I was and am still very much thankful for Halloween.

I encourage my kids & those I interact with to embrace the idea of the holiday to dress up & have fun by being something they aren't normally. Yes, I know that they have this opportunity regularly in some homes or the homes of friends & families with dress up boxes and most classrooms & day care centers in the dress up corner/center... (this is repeatedly pointed out & attempted to be pounded into my head by the afore mentioned bible whackers. opps I mean Thumpers ;))

It's just that Halloween is one time where it's acceptable to do so for a much longer period of time. Your not limited to a few scheduled minutes or a couple of hours of adult approved time but all day should you choose. Nor are you regulated to the what you can be. Sorry, but some of those dress up boxes/centers are really stifling by their limited selection and specific mindedness.

Does this make me a rebel without a clue??? pretty much. Do I care? Nope. Am I pathetically trying to recreate my childhood??? Hmm. Maybe. Maybe I'm guilty of trying to share with as many others as possible the one positive & fun time from my early days. I know my kids are probably tired of hearing all the things I did on Halloween from the New Deal Bar to the easy $20 hush money fee.

All I know is that this is a holiday that one can either make into good clean wholesome fun or something from nightmares. I choose the fun side.