The between times . . .

Friday, October 31, 2025. It's Freya's (Frigg's) day . . . Forecasts for TulseyTown indicate a day with almost no breeze, sun, a few clouds and mid 60's.

We can’t enchant the world, which makes its own magic; but we can enchant ourselves by paying deep attention. – Diane Ackerman

Today is Halloween... marking the beginning of many liminal or threshold festivals, when the boundary between this world and the Otherworld are said to be “thin,” and “blurred,” making contact with spirits more likely – especially those of our ancestors. All Hallows Eve and Day, Winter Nights, Dia Des Las Mortes (Day of the Dead) – all celebrate the half-way between the autumnal equinox and winter solstice and have their roots in the Celt tradition of Samhain (Sauin).

Richard Rohr's Meditation “On the Fullness of Time,” reflected on the tradition in a post today.

The poet John Keats was born on this day in 1795 Finsbury Pavement, near London.

Ode On A Grecian Urn

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When old age shall this generation waste,

Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe

Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

– John Keats, “Ode On A Grecian Urn.” This poem is in the public domain. John Keats died at the age of 26.