now is samhain, the night when the veil thins and those things from our past can come back from wherever we buried them to dance with us again. some are persons, some are pets, some are ideas or ideals that we held dear. how do we respond when the ghosts return? do we hide our eyes? do we deny their place in our life? do we just runrunrun screaming toward the next distraction? or do we turn and face them, welcoming them, honoring the place they still hold in our lives? at midnight the graves will reveal all that was hidden. can i at last unbury the pain, the resentments, the anger, the obsession so that we can all just get on with our....lives? so mote it be.