Happy Halloween
A spectral tale for Halloween, drawing on Irish folklore and revising one of Hans Christian Anderson's most nauseatingly twee stories. If I can string three brain cells together, I might record another tale on the day itself.
Get my Meaning?
The meaning of life is a topic that has taxed the greatest (and the least able) minds since the dawn of human existence. It was brought to mind again recently in a discussion with a friend who suggested that having a meaning to one’s life was vital to good mental health. Numerous psychologists, philosophers and scholars agree both a sense of purpose, and the degree of spiritual reflection that precedes finding a purpose, are highly beneficial. It is better to have a sense of why you are here than to merely trudge from day to day in a largely pointless routine. In fact, many have argued that just having a purpose in itself is actually far more important than the exact nature of the purpose. One of the key questions in the matter of meaning is the source of that meaning and what is actually more than a linguistic nicety ~ do we discover the meaning of our lives, or create it? That is to say, is the meaning already determined (whether by a god, Wyrd, karma or anything else) and ...
Ooh most compelling and mysterious :) I think I prefer the old woman with her disintegrating jaw... has left me wondering and uncertain about whether the coachman is a relative or a psychopomp taking her to the otherside... I'm not familiar with the Irish folklore drawn on and haven't read the original Little Match Girl for years, will have to dig it out!
ReplyDeleteThe coachman is more a psychopomp, the Death Coach is a feature of Irish folklore. there are much more malevolent manifestations of it than feature in this tale though!
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