A Halloween Past and Today's Hugs & Pugs

There was a Halloween I gave her autistic child a celestite, and her flame red haired daughter a rose quartz tree when she asked, “What about me?”

The son had then given a hug filled with a cosmic love. The daughter also lit up. Both children remember that Halloween to this day. So do I.

I saw the Mommy…pulling a wagon in which she was pulled as a child, bringing it to her mother’s home, just through the secret passage and a door or two down. I had just finished playing with two black pugs, and I darted across the street, my phone still playing, “Stay Human,” as I asked for a hug. We are both raising children who don’t fit the norm. Technically mine is grown, but since he is twice exceptional and has been since he was born, it’s taking him a little longer to spread his wings - precisely because it is harder for him to ground, and to find his confidence to embody his True Sound. How do we stay Divine and Stay human, when there is so much dung flung around, while false perfume suffusing the air mixed with sulfur and aluminum compound?

I hugged the Mommy, daughter of the Matriarch - The Irish One I wrote about, and I told her I could imagine her pulling the wagon full of flowers. We talked about our kids and nudging them out of the nest, while supporting them as they find their powers.