This will be my first real celebration of Halloween since I moved in the UK. I didn’t celebrate it last year, but now I have moved into a house on the ground floor, and I can actually put decorations and greet little scary kids, so I am really looking forward to the 31st of October.
Do you have any tips for me, as a first time celebrator?
In the postcard that Anouk sent me from The Netherlands, he writes that he hates Halloween, because he is easily scared.
And here I am, not really sure what to do, and how to properly celebrate it. I shall put decorations in front of my house, and a pumpkin, which symbolizes that you want kids knocking on your door. I have already bought candies and a lot of little surprises, and I am all hyped up, even though there are 3 weeks to go until Halloween actually comes.
What is your experience with Halloween? I am looking forward to hearing your answers 🙂
When the love for receiving postcard will combine with the love of art, this is what happens.
It makes my day!
For those that are not aware, Carl Larsson was a Swedish painter, mostly painting using oils, watercolors, and frescoes. He considered his finest work to be Midvinterblot (Midwinter Sacrifice), a large painting now displayed inside the Swedish National Museum of Fine Arts.
The postcard that I have received is called Brita in the Drawing Room.
I really love it and this that it is ahead of its time.
Life is full of ups and downs. And I never knew I would be the one to get hit that hard.
But I did.
Life hit me hard – right in the chest, where it hurts the most.
I was sailing with my little boat on those not very calm waters, and I found myself between two little islands. Two lovely islands, both of them, with promising future ahead of them. Both of them unconditionally welcoming me on board.
Both of them smiling at me through the sunset reflection in the sea.
When sunset comes, I knew those islands were different.
One was warm and loving, fields full of calmness and wisdom. One was tough and rough, with deep blue lakes full of troubles.
One made me feel settled. The other one made me feel alive.
I was so close to the first island. I could almost see the comfort from my boat. I could see the welcoming branches from the trees waving at me. It was nice to know someone wants me there.
But when I looked on the other side, I saw the deep lakes on the other island, and I knew how dangerous they were. But yet, something about that danger pulled me towards it. I didn’t know whether it would be worth it, but I decided I’ll turn around and see what this island has to offer me.
I turned the boat around, and as soon as I did it, a huge storm hit me and my boat.
My boat snapped, and I was alone in the cold waters, swimming on my own towards the new island full of troubles. I was left to cope with my troubles alone, on my own, in the deep sea waters.
After an eternity, I finally made it! I was there, on the island. I wasn’t welcomed like I would expect, but I had a shelter – a little house made from branches.
The island had troubles of its own, coping with his own demons, leaving me and my sadness alone. Never trying to help me – thinking I could help myself.
At this point, I lost everything I’ve ever had, everything I’ve ever loved, and I found a shelter. I even found warmth in the coldness of this little troubled island.
But the island was right – I did help myself. Not knowingly – yet I did. I started building a new boat – bigger, and gaining resources in order to survive. I did all of that.
After a while – the island started showing me its hidden mysteries. I discovered places and caves about this island that I never knew existed. He showed me even those deep lakes, that I was so afraid to touch. But there I was, witnessing the warmth of this island, even though he’ll never admit it happened.
The island would whisper to me the most sad stories of its existence, how people lived here, and he lost them. How pirates would come and steal what he’s got. How he’d even throw away the person that stayed on his island for a while, just so he would have the capability to provide a shelter for me to live on this island now.
Thinking I’d only find trouble, but wanting to see what those deep lakes hide within themselves, I have found an island that can shelter me, warm me, help me survive, without him even knowing it.
Leaving behind an island that promised me all the comfort and support, I have found an island that would care and love me without even wanting or trying to.
I still miss my old boat though, I never wanted for it to crash. But sometimes, we break thing without meaning to. And sometimes, when we follow our heart and find special islands, there will be nobody to tell us they’re proud of us. But deep inside, I know they are.
I remember my visit to Zurich, in February 2015, for a European Karate Championship.
I didn’t see an much of it as I truly wanted, but I got a little view of this wonderful city in a same condition like I see it on this postcard. And ahh, it brings me so many amazing memories from that time.
Marco (/u/penguinsontv), thank you so much for reminding me of this city!