It is entirely too warm for November.
Last month was cooler, but I see now that October was totally faking me out. This is a shame, because I love this time of year. "Punkintines" and "Crimmas" as we call them. As the air gets sharper and takes on the smell of burned leaves, I feel my spiritual awareness increasing. I wonder why that is? I certainly have a strong association between the holiday season and the crispness of the weather. But sometimes I wonder which one gave birth to the other? Say, perhaps, three thousand years ago some peasants felt this natural awakening and decided to build their holidays around it? They say Christianity appropriated and assimilated the already-existing seasonal festivals of various groups throughout history. In the beginning, perhaps all holidays were based on the changes of the sun, moon, stars, and seasons?
I for one would like to see those kinds of holidays revived. We stay indoors so much of the time, our bodies aren't as attuned to the cycles of the year as they once were. Halloween is the last harvest, and Christmas falls just a few days after solstice. But whatever happened to our summer festivals like May Day, and the other harvest celebrations? Surely a shift from an agricultural lifestyle hasn't erased all the meaning they hold.
Halloween is over, and it was better than usual this year. I actually got to wear a fairy costume and wig to school that day, and I won a cake at the cakewalk. Lori says costumes are your chance to let your alter ego run free for a day. I think this must be true, since my wig was light purple. And everyone knows how much I want to have purple hair. (When I am old, I won't become an "old blue-hair". I will be one of those who "wears purple", and it will almost certainly be on my head.)
Thanksgiving will be in Memphis as usual, and I look forward to the break. And I'm already excited about Christmas, since I usually sing during Mass (and Christmas Eve Mass has become quite dear to me). Friends will come home, gifts will be given, and classes will be over! I just have to make it there.
I know this website is a steaming pile of neglect. I don't usually apologize for that kind of thing, since I don't have any delusions regarding the number of people who are checking this regularly. As much as every blogger wants to believe their friends are hinging on their every word, I know that's not the case. Usually.
But, I have actually have had some complaints (?!?) lately from people who apparently WANT to read what I have to say. Imagine that, haha. I've even had a couple new fans email more background pictures, and a girl message me to profess her devotion to the comic. All that got me thinking about the story again, of course, and I was driven to distraction for an entire day.
And because of it, I maybe, MAYBE have gotten things unstuck in my head.
(Of course, I'm still not going to do anything until after finals.) :P
Oh, here... I thought of a good one to end with this time: May you never know loneliness, may you always choose compassion, and may you grow in self-awareness until happiness becomes a choice.
