October
greetings,
Oh, my patient, understanding S&P brains.
It
is obvious to all and sundry that Your Humble Pubkeep has been beyond
'absent' and deeply into 'gone' this past few years, barring a few
minor posts, each riddled with now-broken promises to return more
regularly to the pub.
I
do hope none of you think any apology is necessary, because I can't
honestly apologize for my disappearance from the ol' S&P. I mean, I'm not
trying to be a belligerent tough guy -- the type who usually gets
bounced out of here when we call in Mighty Joe Young to escort him out -- but
I just don't feel a need to apologize for life simply happening and changes
brewing.
I
haven't been too busy at work, nor constantly traveling, or lost my
internet service or spent two years in a lockup with a big bad girl
named Fred.
No, I've
simply been changing. My life has changed in some important ways, and
my heart has changed too... and Hallowe'en has changed with it.
But
by changed, I don't mean gone, altered beyond recognition, etc.. I
mean grown deeper, become more personally and immediately meaningful
to me.
Hallowe'en
has become bigger.
Over
these past few years, I have grieved the loss of too many relatives
and friends of varying ages and causes; in one seven month stretch last year, I
lost eight dearly loved, good, fatherly friends and relatives. I endured the loss of
older loved ones but also had to struggle through the murky waters of
grieving young people, which is just so much worse.
Last
year, I had decided on taking a break from the big display and spend
some time doing things I've never been able to do before, on October
31st -- take my Kiara (she's 11 now!) trick'or'treating all over the
city's decorated side streets and cul-de-sacs; finally attend the
yard haunts of many friends and family whose work I have never been
able to see and appreciate due to having to stay home to care for all
the animatronics, keep things running smoothly, and so on.
I
was able to attend my cousin Dee Dee's annual Hallowe'en party,
having missed the first 14 of them already.
After
I enjoyed that wonderful night, one of the most incredibly unique and
new Hallowe'ens in my life, I began to realize some very deep
things...
For
one thing, I had spent some time leading up to the 31st
feeling like I might be sad if I didn't really put it all up, as if
I'd missed Hallowe'en altogether. And yet, I didn't feel that at all. And I then understood that the last
time I truly thought I'd missed Hallowe'en (the true tale is here), it had actually been more
meaningful and deeper and truer than any Hallowe'en before it, and it set
the stage for the next thirty years of my life as a Hallowe'en lover, displayer, decorator, reveller.
And
that feeling came to me last year, realizing how much more I was
enjoying it than I'd been enjoying my own displays for the past few
years. It was a revelation.
With
Hallowe'en being a time of the thinning of the veil between this life
and the next, with it being a night of the celebration of
death and darkness, I realized that in so 'celebrating' we are
actually affirming our being alive, tempering the joy of life with
the sure knowledge of death to come one day.
Just
as surely as the kids laugh at the old folks, we mock what we are to
be, all of us.
It
means more to me, now, to carve one pumpkin and light one candle in
the name of the season and the spirit and all my loved ones who have
passed on, than any servo-driven piece of art, no matter how well
done or beloved.
It
means a kind of respect and maturity of emotion, an acceptance of
certain truths only shown to us when we come to a certain age or
level of experience in this life.
It
runs deeper than ever before -- my love and desire for all things
Hallowe'en, my need to celebrate and uphold and continue and create
and revel in all of its Autumnal majesty.
Did
you ever read the Narnia book The Voyage of the Dawn Treader? In that
tale there is a scene of healing and growth which I keep seeing in my
mind as I write here, as I recognize more and more fully the changes
I'm feeling.
The
character of Eustace, in his greed and selfishness, slept
upon a massive hoard of dragon's treasure, dreaming dragon-ish
dreams, and when he woke, he had become a dragon. He went through
all kinds of attitude adjustment after that, to be sure, and ended up
being a caring, selfless, helpful dragon. But he was still a
dragon...
...
until Aslan the Lion came to him in a dream and healed him.
Eustace
sees Aslan at a steaming pool, beckoning him to come bathe and
cleanse and relieve his tired dragony body there. He flops into the
hot, swirling, wonderful waters and immediately feels better than he
had in ages -- possibly his whole life up that point, he muses –
and as he enjoys it all, Aslan commands him to remove his dragon
skin.
He does, starting at a tear in his upper arm that had been injuring
him the entire time (he'd put on a big golden arm cuff when he was human, and it got
locked onto his dragon arm, digging into his flesh 24/7), and it hurt
but he could peel away great folds of skin and feel raw and clean but
then see in the water that he was... still a dragon.
Again
and again he tried it, but a dragon he remained...
... until Aslan
Himself lent a paw.
Eustace
later described it as the most deeply moving pain he'd ever felt,
those claws digging in and then tearing great strips of dragon flesh
off of him. It took longer and was much more painful than when he tried it
himself, but once Aslan was through, Eustace saw that he was indeed
back to being a boy, and in his joy he leapt back into the steaming
water to cleanse away the mess and debris, and become the better
person he was now sure he would be.
There
are certainly a lot of allegorical points in that scene – C.S.
Lewis was indeed a Christian allegorist – but the allegory to me
now feels beyond any religious viewpoint.
I
needed the harder, more difficult, more painful parts of real life to
pull me from the almost real man I'd been into the bigger, better man
I become now. I tried it on my own, in my own ways, for years, and it
never took... but let real life lend a hand, and the process is far
more painful but unlike any other attempt, it finally, truly
succeeds.
I
feel as if I've experienced that same scene... only in my version
Aslan is The Great Pumpkin and I was not a dragon but a haggard,
brain-fried mess of middle aged fail.
Now, I've come out the other side a better man, ready to feel and explore and
cherish the deeper truths of life surrounding the real meanings and
mysteries of Hallowe'en. It's so much more important to me now to do
new things, different, more subtle things, more human and
supernatural things, to be truly celebrating the truer meanings of
the night as I'd never been able to do before.
None
of this is to suggest, in any way at all, that I consider my previous
traditions and decorating and displaying as immature or disrespectful
or childish and shallow, etc.. If anything, my new outlook moves
those passions and traditions up into a greater level of proper
respect and magic and rightness.
I
will always be building figures, plying my animatronic Hallowe'en
artistry, especially at Monsterpalooza every year, and so I will not
be losing or missing out on that aspect of my passions and desires
for creating and celebrating. I will do yardhaunt displays again, mark my words.
So now it is my true hope that you understand why I've been so
distant and quiet here; I want you all to know how much I
honestly am humbled by your following, your patience and support for
our little pub here. I appreciate each and every one of you, I am
quite serious about that.
There
is still much to be seen and read here, though audio has fallen out
some how – none of the Hallowe'enith radio files are working
anymore (stinkin' Podbean can bite me). But there is always the S&P to
visit, explore, and enjoy.
I
will return to add more things, no matter how irregularly I may write
here.
The
Skull & Pumpkin Pub will be open for business and pleasure for a
long, long time.
Enjoy
your Fall season, my S&P-brains! If you find a site or a picture
or story you want to share with us here, pleeeaaase mention it to me
in a comment and I will make sure it becomes a post for all to enjoy.
Please do it!
As
I lift my own mug of hot chocolate, I think we all need to say
something to shake the dust out of the rafters here, that hasn't been
said in too long. Ready?...
DUMDUMSHREKPOP!!
