Fall is upon us, and while the temperatures here in Nashville are still clinging onto the heat of summer, I catch glimpses of leaves curling and browning, a tell-tale sign it is indeed October! This is a season that seems to fly by for me each year. The calendar mystically absorbs the space between summer and the winter holiday season as if the pages were torn out of my planner. This year, in honor of my letter-writing project, I have committed to reclaiming the autumn season by pausing to appreciate and notice the splendor of fall.
Everything is more fun with friends and community, so I’ve invited several friends to partake in an autumn letter and card writing workshop at my home (if you’re interested in the next PUBLIC workshop, let me know by emailing email@example.com). We will meet this upcoming weekend and I am so excited! My goal for this inaugural letter-writing workshop is to carve out time as a community to hold one another accountable to writing in celebration of the seasons. We will sit down together, reflect, connect, and send out some good old fashioned snail mail!
Many of us send Christmas/Hanukkah Cards, Birthday Cards and New Years cards with more ease. The purpose of each occasion is clear and simple. Halloween, isn’t so clean-cut. No wonder most of us don’t send cards for this seemingly “insignificant” holiday. If we do, we likely just let Hallmark do the talking, jot down something endearing like, “Trick or Treat” and sign our names.
I think we can do SO much better!
This year, our Halloween cards will be more meaningful. As you sit down to write, reflect on the Halloween memories of your childhood, or times spent recently with loved ones.
My favorite Halloween memories include running back to the house to swap out my “bad” candy for the “good stuff” my mom had stashed. At the end of the evening, I would sit, costume-clad on hardwood floors with the neighborhood kids to bargain and trade treats. I also remember chilly Halloween evenings in New York, when my mom would insist I wear my winter coat under my costume. I didn’t get pneumonia, so I can’t blame mom. However, the lame puffy jacket underneath my “Legally Blonde” custom just wasn’t quite as cute as my 13-year-old self has envisioned.
My husband remembers sitting around a backyard bonfire with his parents and siblings reading spooky stories as a kid. My mom remembers a specific and most characteristically dark and stormy Halloween in the Bronx. Since they couldn’t be outside, they had to confine their trick or treating to an indoor venue. She and her sister made out like bandits, going from door to door in the apartment complexes near their homes.
What makes Halloween unique for you? Maybe it is something as simple as enjoying the trick or treaters who ring your doorbell, eating or drinking pumpkin spice everything, attending festive parties, or having an excuse to listen to Michael Jackson’s Thriller on repeat. Whatever this season means to you, pause, acknowledge, share and enjoy!