With the Grove's Samhain liturgy in one hand and Buffett playing in one ear, I couldn't be any happier than I was last night.
Where else can you watch children learn temperance and greed in the same night?
Where else (outside of a Silver Ravenwolf book) will you find witches and angels laughing and holding hands?
Where else can you hear a sound more pure than OM, the sound of a child's laughter?
As I recite the invocation to the Gods, children (young and old) interrupt with shouts of pure joy. "Trick or Treat!" I smile, passing them a Snickers bar or a Butterfinger. "Thank you!" they shout. My smile broadens.
"Years grow shorter, not longer," sings Jimmy in my ear. "It doesn't matter!" I shout back.