Hello Everyone,

October 2015

I love October, not just because it is my birthday month but because the air changes, the season changes, the time changes.

It is when we must embrace the fact that the time change will have us seeing the dark sooner. A time when the trees begin to let loose the leaves, orange, brown and yellow leaves flying about.

It is the time when the ghouls and horrors are seen in decorations, shows, movies and parties.

It is the time when we say farewell to the summer heat, smile toward the cooler weather and wonder of the winter to come.

Happy October! May there be light within you to shine upon the earlier darker hours. May the ghouls and gremlins that ring the door bell make you smile and partake in trick or treat.

May you embrace the change in season knowing... it will bring us back to Spring soon enough.

I have added a tab - Whisper my words, which is a link to my site where I post stories, poems, AndMore events and the Watcher's Journal. Take a peek and enjoy.

Enjoy!

~g

April 06, 2011

Inspiration me...I love you

The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to. ~Dodie Smith



I don't have the greatest affection for the word family.  Since Dad died I feel as though he took that word and all it's meaning with him.  Truly his love and existence was the glue.

My Uncle seems so much more that it is hard to refer to him as 'family'.  He's been a friend, parent, brother, cousin, guide, spiritual alliance, counselor, prankster, jokester and above all else consistent.

He and my aunt are the ones that say I love you to me and I feel it in my heart as well as hear it for all it's worth.  My aunts hugs are pure medicine that screams I love you.  My Uncles literally gives me strength when I need it most.

It is rare when I can say those words.  Rare still when I hear them.  This weekend I heard them profoundly and I felt something seep in I had begun to stop believing in.........hope.

I guess I can only say what I really mean in the way I speak best.

Old friend

Enemy at times you old bedfellow
you've caught me when mellow
I hate not who you are

Friend at times; I miss you
I angered and you flew
Hope you left me---scarred

Bond we are to no end
I see this now...friend
you are truly...my guiding
star
2011©Gracey Castro