Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," proudly Pagan Lite since 2005! Here's my wacky, weedy, poorly-tended but sincere Path.
In October the Veil between worlds thins, and those who went before us come back to take a look around, drop a howdy on us, and perhaps partake of some goody that they loved while they were here. Sometimes they will let you know exactly what they want, too.
Today Snobville had yet another festival. This little town never saw a street it didn't want to close to traffic on a Saturday. So there were crafters, and photographers, and candle-makers, and all those sorts arrayed all around the town. The weather was gorgeous, so Mr. J and I joined the other Snobvillians to walk around and ogle the wares. (Please don't remind me that the autumn colors are at their peak in the mountains. I know that, and I'm homesick.) Strolling through "downtown" Snobville seemed like a good way to waste a few hours and a few ducats.
There was a portly gent selling home made fudge. This is one of my favorite foods. If I was to be stranded on a deserted island with only one thing to eat, I believe I would ask for a crate of peanut butter fudge.
You know these artisan types. The fudge is four bucks a square, two for seven, or buy four, get one free.
Having missed lunch, Mr. J and I had no problem grabbing four flavors, but then it came time to choose a fifth.
The vendor said, "Here's maple walnut. It's really good."
Almost to myself, I said, "Oh, that was Dad's favorite."
The vendor heard me. He shouted, "GET SOME FOR DAD!"
And that brought me to my senses.
Halloween is still with us, after 1500 years of Christianity, because our families over there want to see us here. They are influencing the holy day from their side of the Veil. My dad wants some fudge! The vendor told me so!
I got a brick of maple walnut and will begin putting pieces of it on the Shrine of the Mists next Friday evening. My mom liked chocolate. I got some for her too.
It makes perfect sense to me now. When it comes to keeping the Hallowed in Halloween, we've got partners beyond the Veil. This is the day that the Dead have made. We should rejoice and be glad it it.
4 comments:
peanut butter fudge reminds me of my first husbands dad..he loved it..he didn't have a sweet tooth..never ate sugar in anything.but peanut butter fudge was his downfall..and I love it too.but damn..it will kill me.
Gives a whole new meaning to holding a Dead Supper, but go for it!
Thank you for finding a way to blend Autumn, Samhain and fudge all together.
I totally get what you're saying. My mom died 7 years ago on Thanksgiving day and she always did a huge feast. This year I have this urge to do the whole shebang and I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Now I know, Mom on the other side of the veil is putting her two cents in.
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