Halloween

Oh What  A Beautiful Moaning … Shambling Toward Zombieland

Oh What A Beautiful Moaning … Shambling Toward Zombieland

Archetypes, autonomy, awareness, causality, Challenge, Change, Christianity, Church, citizenship, civics, community, conflict, conservatism, constitution, courage, critical judgment, culture, curiosity, Discernment, Enlightenment, Evangelicalism, Fascism, Fundamentalism, God, Halloween, Human Condition, Ideology, Imagination, Kellyanne Conway, Myth, Nihilism, Philosophy, postmodernism, Presidency, Randomness, Rationality, Religion, Resistance, secularism, Secularity, Trump, Uncategorized, Zombies
I begin with a question:  Izzit just me, or have zombies largely taken over popular movie and text culture in the United States? I do not think it is just me. Now, please understand at the outset:  I do not ask this question rancorously, or with the least pejorative intent. Fact is, I like “zombie lit”!  I am into the 13-volume-and-counting Kindle-book Arisen cycle of zombie lit, by Stephen Michael Fuchs and Glynn James, and D. J. Molles' The Remaining saga of I-don’t-know-how-many volumes. Ditto Max Brooks' World War Z, both movie and book. I have seen, and loved, Abraham Lincoln vs. the Zombies. Ditto Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. I am an over-the-top fan of Fear the Walking Dead, The Walking Dead, and Z-Nation. When I take a sabbatical from reading about the history and interpret
‘Twas All Hallows Eve ….

‘Twas All Hallows Eve ….

Halloween, humor, poem, Poetry
... after Clement Clarke Moore's "Twas the Night Before Christmas ... ‘Twas All Hallows' Eve, and all through the house Every creature was stirring, even our pet mouse Oh the pumpkins were carved with very great care In the hope that trick-or-treaters soon would be there The children were agitated, not one in her bed As visions of sweet treats danced in their heads Dad and I in our costumes and me with my cap Had settled by the door listening for the first rap When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter We sprang to our feet to check on the matter We threw open our door to offer sweet stash While witches flew by, all glitter and flash And the moon on the rise and the dark ground below Gave lustre and bluster to ghosts on the go And then what to our startled eyes should
All Saints’ Eve Under the Bo Tree

All Saints’ Eve Under the Bo Tree

awareness, community, contemplation, Epiphany, Halloween, Holy Mystery, mindfulness, Mystery, Present Moment, Spirituality
Experiences like the following are getting to be a habit with me. I really do not know what to make of the following, other than to say that there have been a couple of precedents. You may recall that, back in April of 2014, I published a “Skeptic’s Collection” account of my experience of … I dunno … satori … kensho … enlightenment … call it what you will … at my father-in-law’s memorial service in September of 2008. In January of this year, I published the sequel, which occurred less than a week after the memorial service itself. I had a third such experience – different yet the same – a couple of months ago. Anyway, make of the following what you will … Every year in the summer, usually just before the weather turns cool and damp and wet, my wife Diane and I host a kind of “omnibus” g