Samhain

And so a new year begins. I wrote a somewhat related piece a year or so ago. Perhaps it was longer, hard to remember at this point. In fact, I think it may have been 2 years ago now.

Here is an excerpt from it:

One dark evening I finally noticed the rain. I heard it dancing across the roof of my room, and chiming against the windows. I had a strange and strong desire to go outside and dance with it, like I did when I was young. I went to the threshold of the moist rhythms and removed my tethers to the indoors--my shirt, socks, pants, glasses, even my hair tie--stepping exposed into the storm. The drops were cold and hit my skin with surprising force. I walked out farther, to where I would have room to move my body, and let the music pound into my flesh. I closed my eyes and began to dance. I danced to the south, to the fire, and felt warm. I danced to the east, to the air, and felt lighter. I danced to the north, to the earth, and felt rooted. I danced to the west, to the water, and felt quenched.

I cooked a pretty awesome Samhain dinner for the family this year. It was quite simple too. I cut up a bunch of chicken apple sausages into relatively small pieces and started cooking them up. In a separate small pan I cooked up some red onions and garlic with thyme and basil in olive oil with just a little bit of vinegar. I boiled a pound of Rotini pasta (the twisty kind) and chopped up 2 fresh tomatoes.

When the pasta was done cooking I put it into the bowl with the fresh tomatoes, put the sausages on those, and then poured the onions and garlic olive oil and vinegar sauce over it all and mixed it up good. It came out wonderful.