Rivers

Time keeps flying by-almost to Samhain already-and the priestesses of the Moon that wear the symbol of the crescent-but like every other spiritual or religious thing-society finds a way to trivialize and commercialize it-"trick or treat"--right, monster movies, costumes and cash registers---

Thanksgiving is next, i guess, and everything but thanks is given--supposedly to celebrate the first feast where the Native Americans kept the Pilgrims from starving--thanks to the point that most of those tribes were extinct in the next few years, either through warfare or disease--

ok, i am in a bad mood today-so i am just going to close with words from "To the Morning"- a song by Dan Fogelburg from his "Home Free" album in 1972-i think his best album.

The sounds of the day
They hurry away
Now they are gone until tomorrow.
When day will break
And you will wake
And you will rake your hands
Across your eyes
And realize
That it's going to be a day
There is really no way to say no
To the morning.
Yes it's going to be a day
There is really nothing left to say but
Come on morning.

peace
-will-