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Finally, some Seasonal decorations!!!
I've been slow getting them up this year, but better late than never. And it's jolly-well to find that all my decorations are in one place and easily brought down stairs and assembled, now. After my recent straightening-up!!! :-)
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I use the same ones, every year, but place them differently. However the *spirit moves me*. :-) Some of these things (above) on the mantle, were on the dining table before. Etc. Etc. Etc.
I use the same ones, every year, but place them differently. However the *spirit moves me*. :-) Some of these things (above) on the mantle, were on the dining table before. Etc. Etc. Etc.
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Above, is an example of the only kind of Witch Illustrations which I will have in my home. Cute Witches. Nice Witches. Not ugly or scary Witches. And sadly, it isn't easy to find cute, nice, not ugly or scary depictions of Witches. :-( What is it with this?
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Obviously, when people fear an unknown, they *demonize* it. This being a primitive aspect of human nature. But where do we live today? Back in the stone/iron age? Back when people ran around on donkeys and camels? Or wore only severe, dark, long clothing? What is it, with still being scared of something, after so, so, so long?
Obviously, when people fear an unknown, they *demonize* it. This being a primitive aspect of human nature. But where do we live today? Back in the stone/iron age? Back when people ran around on donkeys and camels? Or wore only severe, dark, long clothing? What is it, with still being scared of something, after so, so, so long?
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Did/do (a lot of) people ever consider thinking for themselves.........? Rather than just reading admonitions, written down centuries ago, in some so-called-holy book........? What were our illustrious "Teachers" so afraid of, that they passed this stuff on?????
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Let's try thinking for ourselves. Let's try doing our own investigation into many 'Unknowns.' Let's stop fearing *Buggy-Men-Women* which we have been *oh so carefully brought up * to fear.
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Ho! for the leaves that eddy down, Crumpled yellow and withered brown, Hither and yonder and up the street And trampled under the passing feet; Swirling, billowing, drifting by, With a whisper soft and a rustling sigh, Starting aloft to windy ways, Telling the coming of bonfire days.
Grace Strickler Dawson
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