Sunday, October 30, 2005


My painting titled ‘All Soul’s Night’ was based on the music of Loreena McKennitt. Happy Night to All!


Bonfire dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.

Somewhere in a hidden memory
Images float before my eyes
Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires
And dancing till the next sunrise.

I can see the lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All Souls Night.

Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows
Held up tall as the flames leap high
The green knight holds the holly bush
To mark where the old year passes by.

Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides -- photo
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.

Standing on the bridge that crosses
The river that goes out to the sea
The wind is full of a thousand voices
They pass by the bridge and me.

This piece was inspired by the imagery of a Japanese tradition which celebrated the souls of the departed by sending candle-lit lanterns out on waterways leading to the ocean, sometimes in little boats; along with the imagery of the Celtic All Souls Night celebrations, at which time huge bonfires were lit not only to mark the new year, but to warm the souls of the departed. - L.M.

Music and lyrics by Loreena McKennitt

My painting entitled “Celtic Fire” is also of Loreena McKennitt

All Souls

From All The Souls Here at Duwamish Bay...

Here is my costume

This is me, the fall fairy.
I bring to the party all manner of dried seeds, pods,
flowers, and grasses, to decorate
Baba's house and festoon the
Bone Chair.
The Harvest Moon rises behind me
and I am caught in her glow.
I hope to dance with all of you
at the party.
(ps: I did the drawing...that felt good!)

One Year Ago Today

This is a tribute to my friend Heather...if I could draw I would. Hopefully this will do... Anita Marie

One Year Ago on October 31, 2004 I posted my first story over at the Soul Food Cafe.

Since then I've done something I've always wanted to do which was write honest to goodness ( hee hee ) tales of the Weird and Supernatural.

More then anything I wanted to write stories like Rod Serling and Stephen King. I wanted people to gets glimpses of Vincent Price and Boris Karloff and Lon Chaney Jr. in my little stories.

This you know is all I've ever wanted to do, and you know being great or good at it doesn't matter anymore. I'm doing exactly what I should be doing.

And that's something a lot of people can go through their lives and never come close to.

I can't tell you how grateful I am for that.

So thanks to my friend Heather Blakey for giving me this chance and thanks to people who have said nice things and I even have a thanks to people who wanted to say something nasty and didn't.

Happy Halloween and don't let the bed-bugs bite...unless you're into that sort of

Anita Marie

Baba Sould Day Project - Frida

Gift for Baba - All Souls

A beautiful oak, the leaves to the foreground are a purplish colour, so the tree looks purplish green. The sun is shining brightly on it, but when the sun goes behind a cloud, the deep purple colour is more evident. I thought Baba would like this quirk of nature. Happy All Souls!
copyright Monika Roleff 2005.

All Soul's Night

To mark All Soul's Night I took a ride with Baba, in her black swan, to the Isle of the Dead and met the Queen of the Serpents who guards the entrance to the underworld. I toook a small vile of pure Castalian Water, collected at Delphi and we drank to creativity. The Serpent has blessed all travellers on the Soul Food Silk Way.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

The Lesson of Halloween

We were almost to the gypsy camp. Moonbeam and Augustus had been chatting incessantly about donkey shenanigans. They were a pair, those two, and delightful company.

We were suddenly confronted by a beautiful, fleet of foot, doe. She looked us over and invited us to her hut in the forest.

"No," both Moonbeam and Augustus said in unison. "Not a good idea," Augustus added.

"Oh, why not, I said, "what is the harm?"

I turned to the doe, "Show us the way."

I wondered why the donkeys lagged behind, but lag they did.

We arrived at the hut, a dark structure set in an even darker corner of the forest. But there, in front of the hut, was a beautiful, golden bone chair.

I turned to the doe who had disappeared and in her place stood a grotesquem old woman.

A shape changer I heard Augustus whisper to Moonbeam. "We're in trouble now."

"Baba Yaga," Moonbean said, her donkey tone trembling.

"May I sit in your chair?" I asked the old woman.

"Yes, you may." Her voice was like chalk on a blackboard.

"No," Augustus said emphatically.

Too late. I was already in the chair. A shiver like a stream of ice clold water ran down my spine.

"It'll cost you," the woman said. "It'll cost you plenty."

"I have only a story," I said, "but it's a good one."

"I'll be the judge of that. Proceed."

"Okay, here it is. I call it The Lesson of Halloween."

I wandered out,
that dark and spooky night
so many years ago,
and dared the spirits show themselves.
So enlightened was I,
or so I thought,
that such things
were the stuff of fairy tales
and witch's words,
not real,
and I was out to prove it.

I walked the Devil's trail,
and came upon a cemetery
so old, the stones were sunken.
Some were tipped
like they'd been pushed up … from below.

I should have stopped right there,
turned around,
and gone back to my home,
but I didn't … instead,
I dared the restless spirits
to show themselves.

I sat,
mind you, not completely fearless,
beneath a aged and rugged oak.
It was silent, peaceful really,
as the fog wafted through the trees
and wrapped its arms around the gravestones.

But then, a breeze,
a cold and ghostly breeze,
tore the fog into shreds
that wrapped around me like
otherworldly webs.
Then, came moans and screams as
spirits rose upward from the graves
and filled me with a fear
the like of which I'd never known before.
They grabbed my arms and pulled me
this way and that,
until I was dizzy
and saw nothing but the spinning all around me.
Then goblins,
grotesque and frightening creatures,
tugged at my arms and legs.
The otherworldly howling hurt my ears
though I was too frightened at this point to care.

Then, she appeared …
a witch of many years, a crone
so old that time had surely forgotten she existed.
"Begone," she commanded, in a voice harsh and croaked.
The spirits, taking heed,
retreated to their vaults beneath the stones
and soon, all was quiet.
The witch turned to look at me,
"Have you learned," she asked,
"not to dare what you don't understand?"
I nodded.
"Then do what you must," she said.
She left before I could thank her,
followed by a cat so black,
it blended into the night.

I managed to stand on shaky legs
and walk fast as I could back to my home.
Now, on Halloween, I do what I'm supposed to …
I set out food and drink for any otherworldly travelers,
and place candles in my windows
to guide the spirits home.
Then, in Celtic fashion, I cook up an Irish stew,
enough to share with the any roving spirits …

Halloween is not a fairy tale,
a children's game.
It is none other than Soween: (Samhain)
Celtic Feast of the Dead,
Night of the Wild Hunt.
I know, too,
that from dusk to dawn on that restless night,
the veil is thinnest,
and the spirits can and do
pass from that otherworld
to this one,
and we must honor them…
or … accept the consequences.

"I offer this to you in payment for the honor of being your guest," I said, "and ask that you allow us safe passage to the Gypsy Camp."

"So that's where you be going. Well, begone with you and take those two miserable beasts with you."

"I will, and thank you for your hospitality."

"What does she mean by miserable--"

"Hush," I grabbed Augustus by his mane. "Hush and come along."

Moonbeam, already ahead of us, was making fast tracks.

I was relieved to be on the trail once more and hearing in the not too far distance the music from the gypsy camp.

©October 29, 2005

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Anita Marie

Bugle Call for All Soul's Day

The bugle has sounded, calling everyone to make their way to the bloggers to post for the Sunday Market, Halloween and All Soul's Day. There are lots of activitities to choose from. You can go to the Divination Tent, use the Golden Bone Chair, sail across the lake with Baba to the Isle of Ancestors or do your own thing.

Baba Yaga lives deep in the forest, in a hut that stands on chicken legs and is surrounded by a fence of bones. It is said that she guards the gate to the Other World. Are you willing to go for a ferry ride in her black swan boat to the Isle of Ancestors?

Friday, October 28, 2005

All Souls Day

My Dear Ones
You have passed from this life
You know who you are
This year past
Many doors have opened
Connections have been made
Painful and liberating
All Souls Day!
So significant
Threads that linked us
Sewn together
Creating the mystery of life
In love, I give thanks
For the gifts of your lives
In love, I send you
On eagle's wings
In love,
I am at peace

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Sit Upon The Golden Bone Chair at Halloween

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Baba Yaga brings out this designer, hand crafted, chair especially for Halloween and All Soul's Night. The idea is that travellers can take turns to sit on the chair and have five minutes in the spotlight as they perform for the crowd. Come October 30th - through to November 2 Baba is hoping that one by one travellers will take the golden seat and make a special presentation. Costumes and wigs are available in Pandora's Costume Box. Excuse drunken Silenus who can never miss a party. Hopefully the donkey is taking him away.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Amazon Queen and Baba Plan All Soul's Day

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The Amazon Queen has arrived at Baba's to plan for All Soul's Night on November 2nd. It may be a month away but all hands will need to be on deck to make sure it is a success. Baba's Soul Hands, upon hearing this, appear to listen to what the Queen and Baba are planning.

Saturday, October 01, 2005

An invitation

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

My Baba Yaga Soul Day Project

I am making an altered book into a retablo for Frida Kahlo for this project. The original book was an old photo album with a door section on the cover. I have sanded this back a bit and used paint to give it the look of weatherworn shutters and adobe wall.

Inside the doors - I am using images printed from the Net as well as various emphemera. I am planning to decorate the inside of the doors with painted flowers and leaves.

The inside page: I printed these paper dolls off the net ages ago.

The piece of lace on this page is from a dress sleeve - it just has the right flamenco look here. The quote is ``I paint self portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.'