The Eyes Of The Chosen Ones//October 207th, 2021

No one finds the perfect pumpkin by accident.

Those who love Halloween, and can’t wait for that perfect autumn day in the pumpkin patch, will tell you that that moment, when you find the perfect pumpkin among hundreds of its brothers and sisters, feels like fate.

Those who truly know pumpkins, can tell you that it is.

We’ve all seen it, those moments when our pumpkins begin to rot. It almost always starts out as a small, soft circle. At first it almost looks like a simple bruise, the kind you’d get from bumping into something, when you’re too busy thinking about something else to really watch where you’re going. For a pumpkin, though, this is often a death sentence. Once these soft spots appear, it’s only a matter of time before the rot progresses. They must, at the very least, be taken outside before they get softer and begin to leak, don’t they?

But while these soft spots do often mark the beginning of the end of a pumpkin’s life cycle, hardly anyone thinks to look closer.

There are some rotting pumpkins that are chosen for something deeper; given one last important task before fading into the pumpkin afterlife. Sometimes, these soft spots that we recognize as rot, are actually something else entirely.

If you look closely, you will see that some pumpkins, when they begin to rot, start to develop eyes.

Why would a rotting pumpkin need an eye, though?

The answer is simple, yet complicated. They are watchers.

In their final breaths of life, these chosen pumpkins are given one final task.

They observe the world around them, and the people with whom they’ve resided. What sort of final moments will they be given? Have they been rotting away, forgotten since Halloween ended? Were they given a reprieve until Thanksgiving passed? Or were they one of the lucky ones that got to hang around until they simply couldn’t anymore?

Pumpkins know when they are appreciated, and they are grateful beings. They observe, and they know, and when the Gatekeeper calls them back, to the realm of the Great Pumpkins of spirit, they report what they’ve seen.

And when you find that perfect pumpkin in the patch the following autumn, it’s because that pumpkin from the year before saw you. They were chosen, and now you have been too. Forever destined to find the greatest pumpkins, because you appreciated them like no one else.

I Saw The Great Pumpkin Out For A Stroll//October 233rd, 2025

The most amazing thing happened to me, on a Saturday afternoon. The date was August 30th, just two days before Labor Day; the start of September, and, thankfully, the unofficial (but official, in my book) end of summer. I wound up at a local toy shop, coming away with some tiny plushies. (Two of them Christmas themed, ironically, as I am working toward finding the magic in all things once more .) As I exited the store, something caught my eye beyond the fence leading to the next residential street. A very tall pumpkin man seemed to be walking toward a house. My mind snapped back to when I was six years old, the very first time the Great Pumpkin came to visit me. How I'd heard him in the night, a candle rattling around in his head as he did his work, ensuring the happiest of Halloweens for the truest of believers. How special it felt to know I was one of his Chosen. I'd always hoped to thank him one day. I quietly tiptoed around the fence, out into the narr...

I'm Not So Sure About This Social Media Thing//October 94th, 2026

I started this blog six years ago on New Year's Day. I had been through some major life changes in 2018/2019, and really found myself along the way. I felt as though I really had cemented a place for myself within the Halloween community on social media, and often, when I would caption my posts on Instagram with snippets of memories, or a specific feeling that maybe not many others could understand, I would get comments and messages from new friends and followers, complimenting the way I wrote, sometimes even asking for more, and so, the idea to start a blog again was born, and, silly as it may sound, I am very proud that I've managed to stick with it as long as I have. Long work hours, personal problems, bouts of anxiety and depression....none of that has ever fully stopped me from coming back and doing what I love. But, lately, I have been feeling a little off about social media in general, and that's something I really would like to talk about, as I feel it taking a to...

Welcome Back//October 358th, 2025

I went for my first walk in ages tonight. The last real walk I remember going on, was a December morning, when Halloween was being discarded. I remember seeing pumpkins by garbage cans, empty spaces where ghosts once flew. The ghosts of ghosts, you might say. The world hasn't looked the same, since then. But now, now it is autumn. It is that magical time when September shifts into almost-October; goes from being my birthday month to almost-Halloween. I walk tonight, and I see the beginnings. Not everyone has decorated yet, but it is starting. The world is beginning to look like a place I recognize once more, and old friends are appearing on lawns or in doorways, or peering down at me from windows. I'm not sure if I'm waking up from a dream, or have fallen back to sleep. But whatever it is, it feels good. The best I have felt in a long time. "Welcome back," I say to the decorations, and to autumn and Halloween, and to myself. "It fe...

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