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8 Halloween costume ideas, Friday the 13th and Birthdays past…

It’s finally October and time for Halloween, or so says the Pumpkin King. (Shamelessly referencing The Nightmare Before Christmas)

To some, Friday the 13th may be an ‘unlucky’ day. To me, Friday the 13th of 1968, was a very auspicious day and anything other than ‘unlucky’. A very special person was born on that day…

I am a huge fan of Mythology, Legend, Folklore, and anything else that is mystical with a dash of truth. I recall reading a story in Greek Mythology about a nymph named Echo, who was cursed by the Goddess Hera after Zeus (her unfaithful husband) took a liking to the nymph. After the curse, Echo is never able to speak her own mind again, she can only repeat the words of others. An unfortunate fate, as anyone would agree. So why do some of us choose to bestow this curse upon ourselves?

A hop, skip and a jump away.

What. A. Day. It’s been a lot longer than 24 hours but it feels like less and ten times more, all at the same time.

I started writing this post a few days ago when we landed in Dubai, but then I fell asleep… That just shows how tired I was. I’ve only been able to charge my laptop today after locating the proper adapter for my charger.

Tramping a Perpetual Journey…

My half packed suitcase is shaking it’s figurative head at me. I should have finished packing ages ago, but I’ve been putting it off. My curls are also unhappy that I’ve indulged the ends and let them avoid the hairdresser for over a year (Medusa is not a good look for me)…

Arabian Nights, ‘Neath Arabian Moons…

I have been a daydreamer for my entire life. It is an integral part of my personality and trickles into the essence of who I am.

One specific reverie of mine, involves opening the front door on a chilly morning in the middle of July, just like any other (ordinarily) boring day. Except this dawn would hold a bit more than a surprise.

My mother has on occasion informed me that she believes that I am what she calls an Indigo Child. Now that entire explanation requires a totally different post on its own, and I will get to that eventually. But for now, let’s just say it means that I have always been high maintenance,  or as she is partial to calling it, acting like a prissy little princess. It is one of the motives which contributed to her decision of declaring that I (not my younger sister as she had previously assumed) was the Indigo in the family.

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