I get so rejuvenated when I spend time with my friends. I mean, I relish, cherish and revel in my alone time. But there's nothing like a few hours with loved ones. Especially when I forget who I am. I guess the way to remembering is through the forgetting.
~ How many times can I say that before it starts to sound old to me? Who cares, right? It's my process. I guess I'll just keep saying it till I don't say it anymore. It is what it is. Ahh, acceptance. It's a beautiful thing. ~
Last night we gathered for our Second Annual Pumpkin Carving Event. Basically, it's just another excuse for a bunch of us to get together and eat, drink, laugh and get caught up. I spent most of the night taking pictures, sharing stories from my recent trip and nursing a bottomless filthy rotten dirty martini -- as only Dean can make! I say bottomless because the truth is I'm the slowest martini drinker, ever. So slow that I didn't have time (nor the desire) to carve my pumpkin.
That's okay. Everyone else pretty much got good and slimy with pumpkin guts. Half of them aren't even pictured. Seems I was so busy chatting that I missed their exits.
Unlike last year when I ultimately caved to the peer pressure and carved a (small) pumpkin. I resisted as long as I could. I just didn't want to create a ghoulish face that might scare me later in my house. So the compromise was that I'd carve a peace sign instead of a jackolantern.
I remember wishing I had a digital camera then so I could share the experience in this journal. That's the first time I found myself thinking, "Hey, I was journaling at this time last year." For me, that's an anniversary marker.
It's amazing what can happen in a year, isn't it?
I do love this time of year. For me Halloween is a time of reflecting, letting go, shedding skin and going within to reconnect with spirit. It's also a time of celebration. It sort of kicks off the holiday season. A time of deep gratitude and remembering life's blessings.
OK, guess how much fun I'm having with my digital camera and photo editing software. Hint: I've barely read journals and haven't updated my own all weekend.