Sneaking into the last days off September, our spooky season is at long last at hand, and matters turn to the haunting rituals that comprise the road to Halloween. A mix of candles and crystals and sage wands, the mystical and the mysterious accoutrements of those daring to open their hearts to other worlds – when the veil is thinnest – come together to give us some sense of purpose and peace. Magic is in the offing, and in the night air…
What is a cup of coffee or tea but a particular potion made to elicit some sort of feeling, some minor transformation, some bit of ease and comfort? What is a prayer or a meditation but a spell cast upon the purpose of our soul? What is a candle but a beacon of light from another world – a world of hope and dreams and fantasy, made no less real from its sole residence within our minds?
