Words and pictures from the author of the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries
Saturday, October 31, 2009
All Hallows Eve
Halloween night . . . a time when, the old stories say, the veil between this world and the next is thin . . . a time when spirits walk . . . when signs and portents abound . . .
Does this crow bring a message from that world? His eye has a meaningful gaze . . .
From all the coves and hollows, pale mists swirl and rise . . . spirits of the Cherokee . . . the Scot-Irish, the English, the Germans . . . all those who called these mountains home. . .
The mist clings; it whispers in your ears. . . twines in your hair . . . you breath it in and with it all the history of these haunted hills . . . you are part of us forever . . . the voices echo and recede . . .
It's a good night for drawing near the fire and telling ghost stories . . .
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