and dust you shall return.
friend of Alexander The first in importance was certainly the Little Prince. From his early childhood until his departure, they have not left a moment. And every evening, as the aviator, I scan the sky for the star who smile at me and from which a Little Prince will send me her kisses.
This was his poetic universe. However, its field of interest was infinitely richer and more diverse. We know for example interest in the world of Alexander the Great. He knew by heart the world of Tolkien, Harry Potter, and he loved horror stories, especially those that required him to get up at night to check if the windows were tightly closed. He familiarly Nessie, the loch Scots discreet friend, and he never had tea with one of the many British ghosts, not because they have tried everything to have that pleasure (I'm sure he has, in fact, often had tea with one or other of these ghosts, but they These were, as Alexander, discreet and courteous).
One day he sent me, as we were often in both directions, several images he loved. Among these, there were sweet little bunnies, delicious things to eat and then ... an image that I had much anguish: the Grim Reaper walking on the snow ... This universe is also interested and he loved the beautiful pictures which had been able to create many artists.
We sometimes talk about ancient legends. He knew, including many Celtic legends. I do not know by what turn of the conversation we got to talk Ankou (some write "Ankhu" with an h).
According to legend, found both in Britain and Ireland, Scotland and Wales, I believe, Ankou personifies the Grim Reaper. Usually represented as a skeleton dressed in black, wearing a Ankou large black felt hat with wide brim, two candles instead of eyes, and wears a scythe he takes good care of sharpening using a human bone in front of him and he starts to reach the victims it has designated.
He travels the countryside standing on a cart with two horses, the creaking of the axles is a good omen for anyone. If one is on its way, if spoken to, if you come in contact with it, whatever way it is certain that our hours, our minutes are counted.
Ankou only interested in the bodies of his victims, he lets the devil take care of their souls. And we must redouble our efforts to prevent the December 31 mainly because the last person to die in each parish will Ankou the following year.
I think it is an interesting legend that is appreciated more when it is doing well and that there is concern for the health of anyone. It is part of the legends that give meaning to Halloween parties and November 2. One may prefer to seek the meaning elsewhere. Christian churches, especially, prefer to impose other beliefs to replace the pagan celebrations. There is currently a movement that wants it displays images of saints, especially these days, trying to replace images of pumpkins and other macabre symbols around Halloween. Without giving too much importance to the beliefs themselves, I begin to understand more the need to mock the grim reaper and to celebrate October 31. As I still regret never having been able to celebrate this festival with Alexander (in 2008, he had everything prepared as he did every year and the day before he had to leave ...)
Unable
, on this day dedicated to missing persons, collect myself before the ashes of my Little Prince, I associate myself in thought to those who love him and will be present. Candles will burn all day, all night, like every night. I'll go get the pink roses, those that Alexander was so fond.
This was his poetic universe. However, its field of interest was infinitely richer and more diverse. We know for example interest in the world of Alexander the Great. He knew by heart the world of Tolkien, Harry Potter, and he loved horror stories, especially those that required him to get up at night to check if the windows were tightly closed. He familiarly Nessie, the loch Scots discreet friend, and he never had tea with one of the many British ghosts, not because they have tried everything to have that pleasure (I'm sure he has, in fact, often had tea with one or other of these ghosts, but they These were, as Alexander, discreet and courteous).
One day he sent me, as we were often in both directions, several images he loved. Among these, there were sweet little bunnies, delicious things to eat and then ... an image that I had much anguish: the Grim Reaper walking on the snow ... This universe is also interested and he loved the beautiful pictures which had been able to create many artists.
We sometimes talk about ancient legends. He knew, including many Celtic legends. I do not know by what turn of the conversation we got to talk Ankou (some write "Ankhu" with an h).
According to legend, found both in Britain and Ireland, Scotland and Wales, I believe, Ankou personifies the Grim Reaper. Usually represented as a skeleton dressed in black, wearing a Ankou large black felt hat with wide brim, two candles instead of eyes, and wears a scythe he takes good care of sharpening using a human bone in front of him and he starts to reach the victims it has designated.
He travels the countryside standing on a cart with two horses, the creaking of the axles is a good omen for anyone. If one is on its way, if spoken to, if you come in contact with it, whatever way it is certain that our hours, our minutes are counted.
Ankou only interested in the bodies of his victims, he lets the devil take care of their souls. And we must redouble our efforts to prevent the December 31 mainly because the last person to die in each parish will Ankou the following year.
I think it is an interesting legend that is appreciated more when it is doing well and that there is concern for the health of anyone. It is part of the legends that give meaning to Halloween parties and November 2. One may prefer to seek the meaning elsewhere. Christian churches, especially, prefer to impose other beliefs to replace the pagan celebrations. There is currently a movement that wants it displays images of saints, especially these days, trying to replace images of pumpkins and other macabre symbols around Halloween. Without giving too much importance to the beliefs themselves, I begin to understand more the need to mock the grim reaper and to celebrate October 31. As I still regret never having been able to celebrate this festival with Alexander (in 2008, he had everything prepared as he did every year and the day before he had to leave ...)
Unable , on this day dedicated to missing persons, collect myself before the ashes of my Little Prince, I associate myself in thought to those who love him and will be present. Candles will burn all day, all night, like every night. I'll go get the pink roses, those that Alexander was so fond.
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