There’s something ancient about this night. Something waaaay older than costumes and candy. Long before it became Halloween, it was Samhain, a Celtic festival marking the end of harvest and the beginning of the dark half of the year. It was said that the veil between worlds grew thin, and spirits could walk among the living. People lit candles and dressed in disguise, not just for fun, but as an act of protection and respect for the unseen.

I’ve always loved that. The idea that for one night, we all admit there’s more to life than what we can see.

What I love most about Halloween isn’t the macabre side of it, but the creativity. The costumes and the permission to play. It’s a reminder that we can meet mystery with imagination. That we can still believe in magic, even while we’re doing laundry in a skeleton dress.

I want to capture the real spirit of Halloween more often by living with a little bit of wonder every day (but not necessarily having that veil to the other world so thin all the time😳). I want to remember that there’s something beyond what’s visible and that the mundane can be magical too.

This year, I wore a skeleton dress to do laundry. I guess that’s my kind of magic finding a little sparkle in the ordinary. There’s something about turning a regular moment into something symbolic, playful, or even a little poetic. Maybe that’s what I love most: that life doesn’t need to be grand to be enchanted. Sometimes, the magic is in the spin cycle.

Wishing you a magical Halloween,
Melissa Meredith Wells
aka Miss Wells
​misswells.com