In seeking self, one must always be aware of those things that bring them good feelings. I have always, AlWaYs, loved Halloween. When I couldn’t give much to my children, I made sure to give them Halloween. The Bangles may call it Sunday, but around here Halloween is our Fun Day.
THE PATIENT WITCH
A lady called the Patient Witch,
Lived near us long ago.
Our servants gave her off and on
A bit of coin or so,
To tell them what their dreams could mean,
And if their loves were true;
To study out their palms and say —
‘A palace waits for you.’
And then she always was polite,
And said, ‘how do you fare?
I hope your little girl is well,’
With a most pleasant air.
She mumbled much, we knew not what —
Each afternoon would wait
Beside the guide-post to the west
For some exalted fate.
She looked down every road as though
A stately coach was due,
To bear her home to somewhere else,
To folks she really knew.
‘One evening,’ said a little boy,
The only one anigh,
‘She told me pretty stories, and
She kissed my curls goodby,
And turned into a swan and spread
Her white wings big and wide.
And flew and flew into the sky!
And I came home and cried.’
— Vachel Lindsay