Last year this time–Thursday, November 1st, 2012–you were waking up a little queasy from a night of excess. Halloween always involves some excess. Taking the kids Trickertreating, sampling their candy, maybe just another little taste. Handing more out every time the doorbell rings, a little extra when the 5-year-old neighbor girl shows up as the most adorable zombie princess ever, and oh why not, I read somewhere that Halloween candy straight out of the bowl has fewer calories. Somebody threw a party–did you know that we spend more on Halloween than any other holiday except Christmas?–and although it was the middle of the freaking week, you had an idea for this really cute costume and so you went and there was fuming punch that had quite a kick.
You stumbled into the kitchen a year ago this morning for a cup of strong coffee, along with a little hair of the dog (2 Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups).
How much difference a year can make.
Today is still the day after Halloween, but that’s not nearly as important as it being the day after Samhain. Last night, somewhere off the coast of South Carolina between Beaufort and Charleston, there was an misty island with a fire burning that shouldn’t have been there.
If you’d been in a boat nearby, you could have seen the fire because, on Samhain (not to mention Beltane), the boundaries between our world and the Otherworld are weak. On Samhain, druids used to summon spirits and other creatures from the Otherworld into ours to do their bidding. One thing for certain: you didn’t wander around with a carved gourd or a turnip.