Halloween Spotlight: The Addams Family

Last week I watched the 1991 movie for the first time.

I’ve totally fallen in love.


Once you get past the pure amazingness of the movie over all, a few things really stood out to me, which made me like it even more.




Morticia and Gomez are a couple, even though they have children. How often do you see that anymore?

Most people have kids and its like they turn to each other and say, ‘well, it’s been nice knowing ya!… but you know, we don’t exist anymore’. 0.o

Morticia and Gomez are parents who actually treat each other like lovers. Take time out for just the two of them, without discussing the children.

When they do spend time with their children (like at family meals) they don’t treat them like annoying morons.

Their relationship is just as alive as their relationship with their children.

When I get married, I want a marriage like theirs!


Wednesday and Pugsley are awesome people. Not immature brats who believe the world owes them its constant attention.

I love those kids! They’re off on their own in the house, doing their own thing. Not complaining, wining, expecting their parents to entertain them all freaking day and night long. Not obsessed with schoolyard drama or what they’re wearing.

They’re not bent on enslaving their parents, as if their parents aren’t human beings too.

I don’t look at them and think children. I think people, with personalities. Developing their own interests and opinions. *gasp* It’s awesome.




That scene where Wednesday and Pugsley perform their play. The entire audience is silently disturbed and the Addams family stands and claps for their kids.



I love this. They’re a weird, eclectic family that doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. They’re just who they are, unapologetically. And they support each other all the way.



The entire family respects each other’s individuality and space, and yet they’re closely knit and love each other to scary extremes.


They’re strange.

Come on, who doesn’t love that.

The entire movie is a smorgasbord of weirdness and Halloween spirit.

I love how Gomez has a hat for everything he does. And Morticia’s facial expressions, especially those eyes? Freaking perfect! Wednesday, I love Wednesday. I love how she and Pugsley are constantly trying to kill one another, yet they’re totally fine, and get along great. I don’t have any idea how the guy that plays Fester can move around like that and make it believable, but he does.

Okay, anyway, I could go on forever.


Do you like The Addams Family?

What’s a recent movie you’ve watched to get into the Halloween spirit?


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Something Invisible

What is invisible?


You can’t touch love or misery.


You can see your lover’s eyes light up when you come home. You can see the suffering in a child’s eyes when they huddle in the shadows in the streets.

So, yes, you can see love and misery.


So again, what’s invisible?


You can see that too.



Can you see truth?

You can see when someone’s lying…

So doesn’t it follow that you can see when someone is telling the truth?

I think so, yes.


What about ghosts?

If we’re going with the ghost theory, then for that theory to exist, that means we believe ghosts are real. Then that means we believe the spirit of a person exists, which, if you were another dead person (spirit) you could see other dead people.

Nope. Not invisible.


What is there that science cannot quantify, cannot see on a screen once it’s MRIed it, CAT scanned it, or otherwise broken down and visible under a microscope?

What is there that we cannot, as people, see?

Yes, you can see emotion.

Yes, you can see ideals.

I mean, technically, at least. At the end of it all, you can see these things.

We can’t see gravity but we can see it work. We know it is gravity. It’s visible.

What is left?

What is invisible?



I thought I had it with this one.

Okay, so actually this one wasn’t my idea. But regardless.

This doesn’t work either.

We can see time passing.

We see the effects of time.


Nothing is invisible.

Not even our secrets.




This is post #4 in Rara’s #Somethingist challenge. For my original post (which explains things), click here. And then join the challenge!

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Halloween / Samhain


Stand still.


This is a time between times.

The space between the exhale and the next inhale.

The moments in between the ending year and the coming year.





Where are you?

Right now?





What do you feel?






What do you need to let go of?

Old habits, addictions, or anything negative?

What do you need to finish?

What do you want to begin?

What changes do you want in your life, yourself, in your relationships?


Accept change.

It is forever.



Leave your mistakes and regrets behind you.

Prepare to change into the person you want to become.


What is going on in your life or within yourself that you do not want to look at?

Stop hiding, stop denying, and look.





Stop moving.

Stop going.

Stop doing, doing, doing.

Stop ignoring life.

Stop denying what’s inside (or outside) of you.


Now is the time to take a look at the darker side of things.

Those things which you keep stuffed in the crevices, behind the door, under the rug, in the box in your chest that you never even poke at.

Accept that there is darkness.

Celebrate the goodness in your life, in yourself.


Samhain. Halloween. Fall.

Regardless of what you call it.

It’s a time to stand still.

A time to see, to experience, to be mindful.

Be present.

A time to be.


Happy October everyone!

I love Fall! Favorite season.😀

Do you guys enjoy Halloween/Samhain/Fall? If so, what’s one of your favorite things?




For more information on Samhain, click here.

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Mabon is the Celtic Festival on the Fall (Autumn) Equinox.

As you know, I like Celtic festivals. They’re good reminders to stop, take a look at my life, respect my life and the world around me, and breathe. They’re rich in symbolism. Apples, leaves, gourds, and vines are large in the way of physical symbols.

As with everything else, I take what I like and leave the rest. I’m a writer, it goes with the territory.

This isn’t a post on what Mabon and all its intricacies are, exactly. Besides, there are too many arguments over Celtic anything, as we aren’t mind readers who can also time travel. Really, we don’t know for a 100% certainty what they did or why. Mabon is what is modernly celebrated and it is celebrated in many different ways throughout the world. But anywho. This post is on the pieces of Mabon I enjoy and use.




Day and night stand equal.

A time of giving thanks and self-examination.


“Mabon is a harvest festival, the second of three, that encourages pagans to “reap what they sow,” both literally and figuratively.”


“Although the traditional American holiday of Thanksgiving falls in November, many cultures see the second harvest time of the fall equinox as a time of giving thanks. After all, it’s when you figure out how well your crops did, how fat your animals have gotten, and whether or not your family will be able to eat during the coming winter. However, by the end of November, there’s not a whole lot left to harvest. Originally, the American Thanksgiving holiday was celebrated on October 3, which makes a lot more sense agriculturally.”




One of the popular myths of Mabon is that of Persephone and her mother, Demeter.

Hades stole Persephone away to the Underworld with him. Her mother, Demeter, was the goddess of the harvest. In some versions, Demeter cursed the earth to never yield any crops out of her misery at losing her daughter. In others, her grief caused the earth to go dormant. By the time Demeter found Persephone in the Underworld, Persephone had eaten six pomegranate seeds, which made her incapable of leaving the Underworld for six months each year. These six months are the months when the earth dies, beginning at the Fall Equinox (Mabon). In other versions of the story, Demeter didn’t allow the crops to grow again until Zeus gave Persephone six months with her mother each year, outside of the Underworld.



  • What are you grateful for?
  • Honor, think on, and respect the balance in your life. Brainstorm ways you could gather more balance to your life, internally and externally.
  • Reflect on your year so far and your life overall.
  • Plan for your future to a healthy measure.
  • Celebrate successes. No success is too little.
  • Assess which dreams and projects didn’t work out. Don’t beat yourself up, simply take stock of this year. Why didn’t these things work out (take a look at only the part you played, the things which you had control over)?
  • Meditate. Nothing says balance like inner harmony. I guess yoga is a good idea too then, as… well, you need balance for yoga. Tree pose, anyone? Just saying.
  • How do you handle stress, pressure, anxiety, and worry? Plan how to decrease stress, anxiety, and worry from your life. Examine how you react to or respond to it currently and brainstorm ways which would be healthier.


I think this is a perfect time to meditate and work on mindfulness. Are you present?

A consistently wandering mind is an unhappy mind. Are you stuck in negative thought loops most of the time? Fill your time thinking of things from the past which upset you or the twenty-thousand things which could happen and would probably be horrible? Are you worrying, anxiety ridden over something, chewing it over and over again in your mind?

Not healthy.

There’s a Buddhist saying, “When I walk, I walk. When I eat, I eat. When I sleep, I sleep.” Its amazing how much life changes for the better when you can enjoy what you’re actually doing. Or at least choose to think positive thoughts.

When was the last time you sat down, ate, and JUST ATE? Sat there and focused on enjoying your food?

Good time to practice this. And then make a decision to continue working on it. It doesn’t take anything special. Ten minutes a day. It’s hard to learn but simple to do.



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Something True


My dog’s big brown eyes staring up at me as I tell him I love him.


Truth is getting lost in a song I can feel.


Stories are true.

Stories are truth even if they’re wrapped up in some lies.

Make believe. Fairy tales for the soul. Grotesque and painful but beautiful and pure. Painful dredges through the muck so you can build a home and lay on the living room floor like a child again, safe, comfortable, content, and happy to just be there.

Truth is the stories we tell.

The stories we get lost in. The stories we survive inside.

The ones that break us. The ones that build us.

The ones that allow us to find the ugliness behind the bright lights. The beauty in the deepest holes filled with the heaviest atmosphere.


Truth is getting lost and finding yourself.


Truth is truth.

It can be hidden, denied, disguised, discarded.

But truth can never be broken.



This is post #3 in Rara’s #Somethingist challenge. For my original post (which explains things), click here. And then join the challenge!



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Grieving the Illusion

I bought myself new slippers. I feel really good about this.

My old ones were so worn in that I could feel the ridges on my feet and they hurt every time I wore them.

I kept wearing them anyway.

Sometimes I forget.

It’s okay to spend a little money on something that isn’t a dire-I-will-die-if-I-don’t-buy-this sort of thing.

Sometimes I forget to stop being afraid.


It’s the little things. Isn’t it?

That remind us that we’re human.

And we are.


We mess up.

We circle the same thing that we know is hurting us, trying to believe it isn’t what it is.

We’re already grieving its death anyway. We just don’t want to let go.

We hold tight, even as it cuts into our fingers and saps the energy we need to survive.

We’re not really grieving what we think we are.

We’re grieving the illusion.

What we wish it had been.

What we always wished it had been.

Isn’t that what we find with every unhealthy thing we must let go of?


I bought myself new slippers and I feel really good about it.



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Something Unlikely

In the recesses of my soul, I fear it’s unlikely for me to find love.

A whole, healthy love.

An accepting, understanding love.

Someone who not only understands me, knows me, but wants me to be in their lives, every day. Someone who finds me important.

Bereft of abuse of any sort.

This is horribly vulnerable and I hate it. But it’s true.




And I think it is sad.

Sad that I am so jaded, so hopeless when it comes to some things.

I think it is sad that I am so filled with such emptiness that I don’t know where to look inside myself to find myself.

I feel I need to peal open the skin on my rib cage, crack open my ribs, and peer inside, hoping there will be a beating heart, to begin with. But beyond that, hoping I’ll find a small, scared, soul hiding somewhere behind an organ or too. Waiting to be found.

Waiting to be accepted.


Isn’t that just so human?

It’s not something I obsess about.

It’s not something I even think about too often.

I’m certainly not one of those gals who searches for a man like her life depends on it. I never thought about my wedding. Never fantasized about walking down the aisle, all doe eyed, and plastered in white.

For one, I don’t want to wear white on my wedding day, whenever or if that happens.

And for two, I’ve always been too busy fantasizing about monsters, creatures that could jar me into danger and maddening enjoyment of life.

I’ve never been the kind of gal who had to have twenty friends, surrounded by people all the time, making her feel wanted and loved. I’m not particularly needy. In fact, I need my space.


So it isn’t a crazy unhealthy thing.

It simply is. In the back of my mind. Floating along with all those other thoughts or beliefs, I guess, that don’t bother me too often. Or affect me all that often either.

There are simply some things I’m not going to poke at until I’ve worked out where I am right now.




What I’m talking about is the human desire to be loved on a level that only happens when one falls in love.

A knowing and an accepting.


I think it’s what we are; human.

We want that other human who we can be 100% human around and still be loved.


Did I mention this is terribly vulnerable?


I don’t know how Rara does it!



This is post #2 in Rara’s #Somethingist challenge. For my original post (which explains things), click  here. And then join the challenge! ;D


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