Just another letter

[jeanvieve]

Dear Great Pumpkin,

I'm just writing to you today to let you know that I believe in you too. Not that I'm going to spend Halloween in a pumpkin patch with any other little boys, because I'm not. It's not about the candy for me, or even the presents. (Though if you have presents left over after giving them to all the good little boys and girls, I'm not ever going to refuse your generosity. It would be wrong.)

It's about principles. You are an ideal, and sometimes I've forgotten to live for and uphold my ideals. I've ignored my dreams, and tried to quash that childlike, wistful spirit by saying to myself that I'm grown up and practical now. I've said that I don't need to believe, because I know so much.

But I'm wrong when I do it GP, and I apologize for cheapening what is between us with such lunacy. I do look up at each full moon and smile, and sometimes even shiver for all that is done under it that I cannot see. I feel the warm wind against my face, and forget that it could be a butterfly somewhere on a bush in Australia that causes it. I do sometimes let myself get wrapped up in notions of chaos theory and string theory and forget that they are all as valid as you, and as important.

I promise that this next year I'll remember to be more idealistic, to dream more, and to strive ever to make those ideals and dreams come true. This weekend in your name, there was a pizza conspiracy to a lonely boy in Kanata who had forgotten how to dream without mocking it. I hope that the Hawaiian with extra pineapple that showed up care of an unseen minions helped that boy remember that dreams can come true, if we focus on them and want them bad enough.

And to you I dedicate all the flowers that arrived and will continue to show up from sekrit admirers in various work places, and books to others. And helping with a coffee conspiracy, the drive-by poetry readings, and countless other small surprises I've tried to keep my hand in over the last few years.

Dear Great Pumpkin, I'm not asking for anything more for myself. I'm only asking for another year's worth of doing your will. Of tricks and treats that it is my privilege to inflict and confound the skeptics with, so that they will remember what it was to be young and to believe that there is more of heaven and earth than is dreamed of in their philosophies.

Thank you, and have a lovely Halloween. Throw that kid in the pumpkin patch some candy corn on your way past, won't you?

Comments

[drememynd.livejournal.com]

So say we all.

[brat-grrl.livejournal.com]

Amen sister -- thanks for that reminder!