I took some time for quiet. I looked around from a mountain. The mountain made me not much bigger than a mote, relatively.
I gave my attention to the wind, which took it playfully and carried it off to the clouds.
I studied the remains of things that once were very much alive and that now are art, shaped by time and the elements.
I studied them closely and found worlds there as large as the sky, full of detail, at least at this proximity.
Way up here, troubles have small voices. Up here, the invisible can be visible. It can fill our vision if we allow it.
All of this I took inside and, wrapped in the gracious hospitality of my good friend, I worked it in pencils, wood and clay.
It's sound and sane to embrace quiet. It allows things to fall silently into their places, where they make more sense.
It was a good place from which to approach Halloween. I came back down the hill and celebrated with children and candy, with greetings to others in masks. I celebrated also in a quiet inner place, where Halloween feels right and real.
Hope yours was good.