Meet me at the Halloween store

“Meet me at the halloween store” 🧡—

…My Mom said in a voice message she left me that I checked as I sat outside trying to soak some ghost-of-the-summer sun into my pale skin. I was in between classes back when I was in college on a Friday afternoon…where I was def NOT planning on going out that night. I was 20 yrs old & in 1 of my SADS seasonal funks. + going through a breakup from my first love.

She told me “enough DOOM & GLOOM!!!” 🧟‍♀️😂.

“Meet me at the halloween store.  We’re all going out tonight”.

So I met her at the store. & she put together a customized Tinkerbell costume for me, with gold glittery stockings & lime green fairy wings ✨🪽💚🪽and her and my friends all creatively collab’ed in doing my makeup ….covering up my embarrassing cystic skin breakouts from my long journey with PCOS. 😰

So I went out for the night to our favorite kareoke bar (that was serving me since I was 16😜), & danced and laughed & had a ball. My Mom’s costume makeover for me won me best costume prize that night 🏆

The more I grow, the more I realize how much she REALLY *GOT* me & my high sensitivities. she knew had to pull me out of my head, out of my depressive episodes.

Not only was she attuned, but she seemed to naturally have the tools in her side pocket as a parent for knowing what it would take to pull me back into my grounded core & out of my funk. 🧟‍♀️🔮💗

A few months later after that halloween party, my Mom was diagnosed with cancer.

I was having precognitive dreams about her during that halloween season before I realized what was happening, & in retrospect, I see how much my body intuited huge health issues of family members when I was so young (along with other major shifts taken place). My body knew she was sick, & that’s what that deep depression back then was all about - beyond the breakup & the seasonal SADS, I remember feeling something ‘else’ - a raw achiness that felt so ominous, I just couldn’t figure out what it was nor explain it.

📸🕸️🌹this picture is from 1994.  & my fav. halloween w/ my Mom as Morticia♥️

and now, I sit here in silence reminiscing of favorite halloween costumes & stories while sipping on tea & in séance with my ancestors 🪽.

…when all I felt inside was dead🧟‍♀️,

they brought me back to life🪽.

& from the Spirit side,

they still teach me how to live, on this side.

I will always be struggling here with this earthly experience & I will continue to channel them as best I can.

Whenever I feel truly ALIVE is the conduit to how I can also honor their lives the most. 🌹

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