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Contemplation cannot be taught. It cannot even be clearly explained. It can only be hinted at, suggested, pointed to, symbolized. The more objectively and scientifically one tries to analyze it, the more he empties it of its real content, for this experience is beyond the reach of verbalization and of rationalization….The only way to get rid of misconceptions about contemplation is to experience it.”

Thomas Merton. New Seeds of Contemplation. New York: New Directions Press, 1962: 6

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Poet Alice Walker – “You Confide In Me”

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Yes, it’s that time of year again.  Today Windows Toward the World turns four.   So Happy Blogiversary to my blog from me!

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Whew!!  Today has just been today.    I went to the bank with Bill.  I went shopping for Troy’s birthday.  I went to the grocery store.  I made beef and broccoli for supper.

Today I did not plan a poetry anything!

As children, we wore our costumes to school. We had a parade.  There were fairy princesses, and hobos.  There were ducks and boys dressed as girls.  Sometimes we wore costumes from last’s Christmas play; one year Pam was Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.  We are orange cupcakes, bobbed for apples, and munches candy corn.  At night, we went out trick or treating.

When we were little our parents went along, walking with us or taking us a few blocks away in the car.  They had made a rule:  Don’t go to the same house twice.  In other words, don’t be greedy.  Leave some for others.  As we got older, we went alone.  Yes, it was safe.  We tromped as far as we wanted, rain or not.  Often it did rain.  About nine, porch lights started to go off, so we knew it was time to head home with out loot, laughing our heads off.

A few years there was a party at our church.  It involved costumes, cup cakes, candy and games, often a scavenger hunt where we were divided into teams and sent forth – each team with an adult – to locate all ten items on the list.  The team that got back by the specified time with the most items won.

When our older son was little, we took him trick or treating, but later there was a scare concerning poisoned apples and razor blades in candy.  Since going to police station to have a candy x-ray is not part of the formula, we bought candy and I wrote riddles so he could locate the items in our house.  After a few years, the fear resided, and both boys got to go door-to-door trick or treating for candy.

The memories I have are not of ghosts, goblins, and axe-murderers nor of the occult and evil, but of children laughing and eating chocolate bars.  To this day, I love Halloween.

To read more about the images that stuck in my mind, see my poem “Moon-Lit Ghosts,” at Deuce Coupe.

 

 

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