On the inside, looking out. (Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse, 11)

Friday morning, a screw fell to the floor when I opened my front door to leave the house. Saturday morning, I sent a couple of texts. Hours later, a person came over and took some measurements. Long story short: My new front door will be ready for installation in about four weeks.

Meanwhile, the door person will come back on Monday to fabricate a temporary fix on the door frame, enabling me to not only close the front door, but to lock it, too! Brilliant!

Because currently, the door doesn’t close. It can’t, because there’s nothing on the door frame to hold it in. The door frame is cracked and warped and crumbling. The part where the locks would bolt to hold the door shut look like they’ve been chewed up by rats. The screw fell out because the thread by which it’d been hanging finally broke.

So I’ve got dumbbells to equal 150 lbs (all I have in the house… there are more in the garage) strategically placed to keep the door closed and to make a potential intruder work for it at least a little. Thank the divine for the security screen door on the outside!

I guess these shenanegans make for good practice, right? After this, I’ll be a seasoned pro when it comes to shoring up for the ol’ zombie apocalypse.

Speaking of zombies, let’s talk about corpses. Exquisite corpses, that is. The exquisite corpse! A collection of lines of poetry, each one written by a stranger. It was February – Valentine’s Day, to be precise – the last time I posted a Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse poem. The people writing in Missed Connections these days have not let me down. I love the way the subject lines work together! There are 21 lines in this poem, meaning that it was written by 21 strangers who had no idea that they were writing poetry when they filled in those subject lines.

[On a technical note: I’ll sometimes add punctuation as I arrange the Missed Connections subject lines. This time, I did not. No punctuation.]

Without further ado, then:

Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse, 11

I enjoyed our conversation
Girl with the pinecone necklace
Green top, black leggings, brown dog

Metaphysical section at Barnes & Noble
The Nonfiction Section
From a wise human being to another
your energy is beautiful
My Daytime Goddess
Forest nymph
Star child
My sky
when I left your dog followed me

Hocus pocus

We vibed to your music
I should have told you I loved you
I’m always looking for you
Years not months
Walking down the highway
Waiting for the rail

With that, I wish you all well! Until we meet again, my friends.



I was just passing by… (and feeling blah)

Today started strangely, with my brain enmeshed in fog. When I left work an hour early with stomach cramps, nausea, and other intestinal discomfort, I thought it was possible that the brainfog was related. But I believe that it was something I’d eaten at lunch… maybe a bit of bread that’d gone past its time. It wasn’t anything as dramatic as food poisoning, but it was definitely a stomach-disagreement situation.

I can power through colds and even pneumonia, but I crumple when it comes to gastrointestinal maladies, no matter how mild.

So I came home early, and the afternoon turned to dusk. I wasn’t hungry until I was, and then, with my sour stomach, all I could think of eating was bland crackers. Luckily, I had some on hand (for just such occasions). Then I began to crave peanut butter and jelly and more peanuts and also dates, so I ate all of those. That was dinner. I recoiled at the idea of anything salty, oily, or acidic (e.g. my favorite things). No salt, olive oil, tart fruit, or apple cider vinegar? Yeah, something was off.

The obvious downsides of feeling unwell included having to skip my workout. On the up side, I got to see Geronimo and spend a good amount of time with him. I usually just miss Geronimo when I get home from work at my normal time!

Now it’s super late, but I’m feeling better. Hopefully, it was all just a reaction to the bread. I think that it was.

Speaking of bread:

Nenette being a loaf in an actual bread basket…

…on the dining table, where she’s not supposed to be. This was a first! I put a firm end to it. Well, what I actually did was put something uncomfortable in that basket. That solved the problem nicely.

Happy Friday and weekend, my friends!

Beltane blessings! (May Day!)

Greetings to you on the 2nd of May!

Yesterday was a holiday. It was Beltane, the last of the spring celebrations in the wheel of the year. It’s all flowers and maypoles and passion and honeybees… and, above all, fire. Beltane is a fire festival. It is the fire festival. There’s usually a bonfire somewhere in Beltane celebrations, but any fire will do if a bonfire isn’t possible! I kept candles burning all day.

A bit of background, for anyone who’s unfamiliar: Outside of the religions of Wicca and Paganism, Beltane is celebrated as May Day on the 1st of May, just as Samhain is celebrated as Halloween on the 31st of October. Beltane and Samhain are the two times of year when the veil between worlds is the thinnest, so both holidays involve traditions around protection from spirits… the spirits of the dead at Samhain, and the spirits of nature and the Fae at Beltane. The two holidays are not only direct opposites on the wheel of the year, but they’re also opposites in essence: Beltane is about celebrating life and fertility (of all beings, and of nature), while Samhain is about honoring death.

A part of my Beltane celebration was spending time outdoors in nature with Geronimo and Salem. Another part was baking. It was while I was baking that a bird hit the living room window. Again.

I hurried out of the kitchen to look through the guilty window, and I saw the little gray bird lying on his side on the patio, struggling. I didn’t know what to do. I went back into the kitchen, then returned to the window about 15 minutes later. There was no movement that time. The bird’s spirit had left his body. Suddenly, my day of celebrating life had been punctuated by death.

I felt responsible. (Why did I ask for a picture window in that huge window space?) It wasn’t the same kind of sad as Salem’s dove kills in the backyard. I wasn’t facing the disposal of days’-old, torn-apart pieces of large bird remains. It wasn’t nature that killed the little bird in the front yard. It was my window.

At dusk, I went out to the front yard and dug a tiny grave about a foot and a half deep. I tried to collect the bird gently, but his little head was stuck to the concrete with his dried blood… I believed that he’d broken his skull. I had to slip my fingers beneath it and work a bit to loosen it. (Yes, I was wearing disposable pandemic gloves.)

When I laid him down to rest in his grave, I said a prayer before covering him up, telling Mother Earth that I was returning to her the body of one of her children.

After that, I did some (alchemy) workings in the Beltane energy, then ate a Simple Feast of (vegan) vanilla cake, fresh strawberries, and ginger ale sweetened with extract from the stevia plant. Stevia.

It was a beautiful and magickal day overall. Even though.

Now, to end on a cheery note, I want to share these pics I’ve taken recently of the flowers in my yards. I’ve got a plethora of them!

First, the ones that are not in my yard:

Gerberas – flowers in the daisy family (which is associated with Beltane) obtained at the grocery store a few days ago.

Beltane colors are fiery and botanical: reds, yellows, greens, colors that happen to be in generous bloom all over my front and backyards.

Starting with Geronimo’s hibiscus! These plants are exploding! I’ve never seen so many blooms at once on all of the hibiscus plants.

Even this one by the back gate is loaded with flowers this year. It’s always been sparsely flowered.
Prickly Pear in bloom in the front yard, which is entirely carpeted in golden Palo Verde pollen.
Back to the backyard! The red hibiscus behind the burrow of a certain desert tortoise that I know.
Desert willow
Ruella
Verbena? Lantana? One of the two. I never know which.
Mesquite
Fig tree doing nicely!
Desert rose also doing nicely!

This desert rose looks like a Dr. Seuss flower, doesn’t it? What a wonderful character it is.

Happy Beltane Season to you, my friends.

March/April Favorites!

As I write this, April 2021 is less than 24 hours away from being over. Unbelievable! 

In Monthly Favorites news, I’m here to share my favorite viewables of the last two months, for anyone who’s curious to know what I’ve been watching as of late. Many thanks to those of you who’ve said that you look forward to Monthly Favorites! I started out the MF year with a January/February list at the close of February, and I thought I’d continue doing these posts two months at a time. Future lists will include food and product discoveries, by the way. 

I’ve been taking in my usual fare of horror, true crime documentary/docuseries, and suspense/thriller/mystery. I’ve got a couple of drama picks on this list, too. 

Getting right into it, then! (In no particular order) 

1). Sound of Metal (Amazon Prime Video)

A heartbreaking, enlightening, and masterfully wrought story of a heavy metal drummer whose sudden hearing loss challenges his identity, sanity, livelihood, and relationship.

2). Minari (Amazon Prime Video)

A Korean-American family relocates to Arkansas from California with hopes of farming Korean vegetables and fruits in the rich Arkansas soil. There are set-backs. There are sweet moments. There’s a feisty Korean grandma who’s a riot. That’s really all you need to know. The film is gorgeous, but the grandma is the reason you want to watch it.

3). Murder Among the Mormons (Netflix)

I tuned into this Netflix docuseries with no idea as to what I was about to watch. There are more twists and turns in this bizarre story than in most fictional thrillers I’ve seen.

4). Operation Varsity Blues: The College Admissions Scandal (Netflix)

In case you’re unaware: some rich people gave big money to a guy in order to fraudulently get their kids accepted to top universities. The scam blew up. Netflix has the story in all of its intricate, obscene glory.

Next up, I have recommendations for a few thriller/mystery/suspense series. Without commentary:

5). Bitter Daisies (Netflix)

6). The Wilds (Amazon Prime Video)

7). Cruel Summer (Hulu, from FreeForm)

And you knew I was going to recommend at least one horror series, and at least one horror film!

8). Creepshow (Shudder):

9). I See You (Amazon Prime Video)

Now, I almost forgot to include this documentary:

10). Seaspiracy (Netflix) – Please watch this one, if you haven’t already:

And that’s a wrap on this list of recommendations. I’m already looking forward to the next one!

Take care and Happy Weekend Eve, my friends.

Tomorrow night’s Pink Moon, April’s full moon! (and it’s a supermoon!)

Here in North America, April closes with the blooming of a tiny, ground-creeping wildflower that covers the ground thickly in a cloak of bright pink. Thus, Native Americans named April’s full moon the Pink Moon.

This year’s Pink Moon will rise on Monday the 26th (or Tuesday the 27th, depending on where you are), and it will round out this month of celestial wonders in spectacular fashion: this full moon will be a supermoon, closer to the Earth than average full moons, appearing large and low on the horizon as it rises. Check your local moonrise schedule to determine when you can expect to see it!

SkyView screenshot I took in the wee hours of the 25th, the day before the full moon

Rising in the constellation of Scorpio (element of water) while the sun is positioned in Taurus (element of earth), this full moon will bring challenges – growth-inducing tensions, let’s say – to us as Taurus’s earthy, grounding energies of the physical, material realm opposes Scorpio’s watery, esoteric energies of the spirit realm.

As a result of this polarity, this particular full moon presents us with a unique opportunity to engage in shadow work, to bring out our shadow selves… our dark selves that we’ve repressed in order to avoid emotional pain. Shadow work involves looking inward with a magnified intuition in search of the root causes of our emotional blocks and drives, whatever they may be.

In other words, this is a good time to address our inner demons, not with the goal of driving them away, but with the goal of acknowledging and accepting them. Rather than fixing our inner demons, we can work with them, and we can work to heal from them.

This is not easy. Shadow work is work. It’s facing ourselves and working through trauma, the toughest sort of spiritual work we can undertake. In my humble opinion, a good way to start shadow work is to work with a therapist, whether a traditional Western therapist, a metaphysical therapist, or a church counselor. We can delve into shadow work as a part of our solitary spiritual practices, certainly, but it’s always good to add in the assistance of an expert, if possible.

There’s a lot of talk about self-love floating around. The full moon – especially the energetic powerhouse of a supermoon – rising in Scorpio while the sun is positioned in Taurus serves as a reminder that self-love includes love of our shadow selves.

It’s scary making space for our inner demons to breathe, I know! I’ve been working on mine for most of my life. It’s a process that I’ll continue indefinitely. For me, tomorrow night’s rising of the glorious Pink Moon will be a time for quiet celebration, reflection, and gratitude.

Happy full moon-viewing, and merry meet again, my friends.

Love your mother. (Earth Day 2021!)

Happy Earth Day 2021, my friends!

In recognition of Gaia, the ancient Earth goddess….

She is the first Goddess, Gaia,
our mother, Mother Earth.
She is our Ancient Mother, and she needs us right now. This is her time of need! Sadly, it’s been her time of need for a very long time, and she’s worsening.

What, as an individual, can I do for her?

I already recycle. I’m already vegan. I already keep my driving to a minimum. I plan to go solar one day… that’s on the long-term list.

What I can do right now, I realize, is resolve to limit my use of synthetic resources. There’s more to this than bringing reusable bags to the grocery store, which I already do. I mean, I already do, but…
but then I’ll sometimes reluctantly ask for plastic bags, and I’ll put them inside my reusable bags. This is my Earth Day walk of shame for all of you to see, my friends: I ask for plastic bags at the grocery store every so often because I use them for the waste that I scoop out of Nenette’s litter box.

A couple of week ago, my feelings of wrongness regarding this finally got to me, and I purchased a hefty packet of brown paper lunch bags. I didn’t know what else to do. When I looked up “eco-friendly kitty litter bags,” I found bags designed for the purpose. The problem is that I’m not confident that they’re okay. They’re made of plastic, I believe, and technology aside, plastic is synthetic. Maybe I’m not understanding it; I’ll do more research. All I know for now is that I’m using up the plastic grocery bags I have left, and then I never want to see a plastic grocery bag in my house ever again. I’ll use the paper lunch bags until/unless I find a better way.

So there’s my Earth Day confession and intention.

To close, I’ll leave you with my movie recommendation in honor of Earth Day! Allow me to suggest Seaspiracy (Netflix Original Documentary).

The End… but not.

Thank you for reading, as always! Merry mid-week and HAPPY EARTH DAY!!

April is Halfway to Halloween Month!

P.S. from my last post: I kept my senses open wide last week, and on Friday, a week after my ghostly encounter, I felt confident in my impression that the ghost on the premises isn’t a malignant one. I feel that he simply wants his existence to be acknowledged. Noted, ghost. Noted.

This brings me to tonight’s post! This month I’ve been sharing my celebrations of spring with you, and today I’m sharing my celebration of April’s other face: HALFWAY TO HALLOWEEN.

In the full flush of this season of fertility and growth, we meet the halfway point to the season of the spirits and the dead that we honor, and it couldn’t be a more perfect conjunction of celebrations, in my humble opinion.

And so, my fellow spookily inclined darklings, we have before us a magnificent and benignly perverse second half of the year ahead in the arena of entertainment. For one thing, Shudder (streaming service) is celebrating Halfway to Halloween Month with a flash sale: 50% off six months! If you enjoy horrors, thrillers, and suspense and you’re not already subscribed to Shudder, now may be the time to consider doing it. Shudder will hook you up with their vast library of uncut, ad-free popcorn series and flicks, including Shudder Originals that you can’t watch anywhere else.

[This post isn’t sponsored by Shudder, but I would be remiss to keep this sale from you.] 

 

 

In case you’re wondering what to watch on Halfway to Halloween date nights, I have a couple of recommendations. The first is a movie available on Amazon Prime Video, and the second is a series available on Shudder (as a Shudder Original).

1). Movie: I See You (Amazon Prime Video)

2). Series: Creepshow (Shudder Original Series)

I’ve included Creepshow in a “monthly favorites” post in the past. It’s back with season 2! There are three season 2 episodes up so far. They’re all good, but the one I want to recommend to you today is season 2’s episode 1, “Model Kid/Public Television of the Dead.” Creepshow episodes stand alone, so they don’t have to be watched in order. Each episode is a double-feature. You’re basically getting two horror shorts in one episode, each story about 30 minutes long.

With that, I’ll leave you to your day or night or whatever the case may be where you are. It’s Sunday morning here in Arizona, and I know of a sweet desert tortoise who’s waiting for me outside.

Until mid-week!

Paranormal encounter at work? (Possible ghost story.)

Greetings, my friends. I have a story to share with you. I actually meant to post this last night, but I couldn’t stay awake. Typical!

Something unexplainable happened at work last week Friday: I heard footsteps approach and pass as I was fixated on the task before me, and they didn’t sound right. I mean, they didn’t sound familiar, much less right.

(I wish to relay the story without workplace details, so please to excuse the vagueness henceforth.)

The footsteps sounded odd, like a sort of shuffling and gliding at the same time, and they were swift. They were gone within two seconds, as that’s how long it took for them to shuffle-glide past me.

My reflexive glimpse almost missed it completely; it was just at the outer edge of my peripheral vision that I caught an impression of black footwear and dull attire, some kind of pale neutral fabric with mottled dark patches. It looked dirty.

But it was the footsteps that made the back of my neck prickle. The way they sounded. The quick and light shuffle-glide. It was a walking cadence that I hadn’t heard before, at work or anywhere.

A chill went through my body. I had to take a deep breath.

I took a long step sideways to look around the corner, and I saw no one. Then I quickly moved to where I could see the expanse of space between my location and the front. I was afraid of what I would find, but I had to look! Sure enough, I saw most of my co-workers at the front end. Not only were they nowhere near me, but the footsteps had gone in the opposite direction.

Three co-workers were missing from my view, so I thought there was still hope for a logical explanation. One co-worker was on the other side of the space. It couldn’t have been him. Another one was on the side that I was on, but toward the front. It couldn’t have been him. When I ran into the remaining person, he said that it wasn’t him, and I believed him.

None of my co-workers shuffle-glided past me in old black boots and pale clothing dirtied with fading black splotches. Someone did, though.

Now, we all know how I love horror and all things spooky, but I’ve looked at this situation from every objective angle and can’t convince myself that I conceived of it somewhere in my subconscious. I do believe in ghosts and in the supernatual, in general.

Could it have been a ghost? Absolutely, especially since a couple of people had told me before that the place is haunted. I wasn’t thinking of this on Friday morning, though. My brain wasn’t set on high alert for ghosts, and even if it was, my body reacted to the incident in a fraction of a second, before I could formulate thoughts around the lore of hauntings.

And there you have it.

I don’t have a ghostly pic to share, but I have this pic of a spookyish corner of my bedroom:

Cozy corner

Merry Friday and weekend to you all!

When the dark side of the moon is also the brightest. (New Moon!) (In Aries!)

A new moon will rise tonight.

There won’t be a moon to see, of course. The moon is new when she’s aligned herself between the Earth and the sun, with her dark side facing us; new moon night is a dark, moonless night. Planting crops on the night of the new moon boded well for farmers, as the darkness allowed their planting activities to go unseen by plant-eating wildlife. I love this mental image of farmers working in the dark of night, planting their crops in secrecy.

So there won’t be anything to see, but there will be a lot to feel. We have an exciting and momentous occasion with this new moon, because the sun is in Aries right now!

The new moon marks the beginning of a new lunar cycle (there are 12-13 new moons in a year), and Aries, being the the 1st of the 12 astrological houses, opens the new astrological/solar year. The new moon is about goals and intentions. Aries is about springing to action. New moon energy is charged with potentiality to begin with, so imagine the new moon in Aries!

Aries is one of the three fire signs in the zodiac, and it’s the one that means business. This fiery sign is about doing. The new moon is about planning. If you want to change your life, now is the time! The new moon in Aries is the moon that lights the fire under our asses. The new moon is the catalyst, and Aries is the fuel.

We’ve been thinking, planning, preparing. Now is the time to start the doing, to take our plans and set them into motion. Aries encourages us to get out of our comfort zones, take risks, and dare to make changes, large or small.

Common examples:

Quit smoking or drinking or (fill in the blank). Change your dietary lifestyle. Start an exercise program/routine. Pursue new employment opportunities. Open a savings account and pay yourself every month (if you aren’t doing it already). Mark your calendar with the Ironman Triathlon (or whatever event) date and plan your training strategy! Change your hair color, your name; reinvent yourself. Re-decorate your home, or re-arrange your furniture. Start learning the instrument or the language or the (fill in the blank) you’ve always wanted to learn. Start school. Start writing your novel. Start auditioning for roles. Change your career path. Re-locate. Seek out new friends, whether in person or online; socialize more or in new settings or both. Start whatever new habits you’ve had on your “to start” list. Change your relationship status, if you’ve known for a while that you should. Work on yourself. The new moon in Aries is a tremendous time for self-improvement goals, in particular.

Whatever the case, we’re well-positioned to begin working toward our goals with focus, care, and intent.

(Note: If we set goals and intentions during the new moon – any new moon – and apply dedication and drive as we move forward with them, we should see signs of fruition at around the time of the new moon’s corresponding full moon… about six months down the line.)

All that said, Happy New Astrological Year! Let’s make the most of the new moon rising under the energetic influence of Aries!

This should not be allowed. (Criminally cute desert tortoise alert.)

In lieu of a post tonight, I’ve got a pic of Geronimo to share with you. I can’t resist. I took some pics of him on Tuesday, and please just forgive my standing around the digital water cooler insisting that everyone look at baby pictures.

Okay, I’ll just post this one:

The happiest desert tortoise on the face of the planet.

He’s smiling with his eyes closed as he gets his neck cuddles. THIS GUY. Is the cutest. Ever.

Warmest Happy Weekend wishes to you! See you then!

p.s. I’m still trying to figure out the new block editor that WordPress has imposed upon us. I thought I’d sorted out the spacing around the images, but evidently not. Also, kindly note that the line of text immediately below the image is the image’s caption, rather than a line of text in the post.

I hope this finds you as happy as Geronimo!

50% vaccinated, 100% wiped out. (+Happy Easter!)

My plan yesterday was to go to the V.A. hospital after work for some prescription re-fills, and I did. My plan did not include getting the COVID-19 vaccine, but I ended up doing that, too. They were taking V.A. patients as walk-ins, and I was right there! Pfizer vaccine injection #1: check. My second shot has been scheduled accordingly.

Everyone’s different as far as vaccine side effects go. In my case, it’s arm pain much worse than from other vaccinations, capital-F fatigue, and an occasional stab of pain in my head. Mild nausea this morning. Mild body aches as we speak. I finally took some Tylenol for the arm pain toward the end of the day, but Tylenol can’t alleviate fatigue. It’s a strange feeling to be this lacking in energy.

So I’m heading to bed. No doubt I’ll be back to myself tomorrow.

Speaking of! Happy Easter to you who celebrate the holiday. I’m still reveling in Ostara, the vernal equinox, so I’ve been celebrating spring for a couple of weeks now.

I don’t want to take my Ostara wreath down, so it’s staying on my door for another little while.

Love the colored eggs in my wreath! Love the Germanic folklore behind the Easter bunny. There exists many versions of the pagan story and countless endings for it, but they all arrive at a bird who was turned into a rabbit who can still lay eggs. The egg-laying hare was created by Eostre, the German Goddess of Spring, so we have her to thank for our Easter traditions involving the Easter bunny.

With that, I’m signing off to get ready for bed so I can pass out in the appropriate place.

Until mid-week!

He’s got the look. (Desert tortoise update!)

There was a morning a few years ago on which I gushed about my scale-baby to a small audience of friends and friendly acquaintances. One of the latter (warmly) asked me how a tortoise could be cute. I thought about it for a quick second and then replied, I guess it’s a face only a mother could love! But I’m here to refute my answer, because I never believed it, even when I said it. Geronimo and all tortoises are cute. I have pics to present as evidence that Geronimo is adorable by anyone’s standards.

Onwards with the exhibits!

Resting in the weeds.

G: This is where my face belongs… in the camera.
I’m not sleepy. You’re sleepy.

Going in for the kill!
Heheh.
This is my sultry look.
This is my sultry look in the grass.
Legs up to my neck!
Trademark look: hibiscus petal stuck to mouth
Dance moves.
MOMMY’S LEGS FAVORITE CLIMB EVER
Just going to sit here for a minute to make sure that Mommy notices me.
Camouflaged.
Hey guys! As you can see I have here a new backdrop for my filming room….
I can do neckshots AND headshots.
(Run to Mommy!)
Welcome to my sweet, sweet digs.
I can do profiles AND neckshots AND headshots.
This is my good side.

The End, and Happy Friday from both of us!

Tonight’s Worm Moon, the first full moon of spring.

With the thawing and melting away of winter, earthworms can emerge from the soil. Here in North America, Native Americans named the first full moon of spring the “worm moon” for this reason… and this year, it’s not just any Worm Moon!

The treat we’re in for this evening at moonrise will be a “Super Worm Moon,” because in a couple of days, the moon’s orbit will bring it as close to the Earth as it gets (perigree). If we’re lucky, we’ll chance to see the large orange sphere close to the horizon.

2021’s Worm Moon rises tonight, and I have plans.

I’m going to celebrate this powerful lunation with a blessing ritual. The Worm Moon marks an auspicious time for new beginnings and fresh starts in any year, but this year, there’s a unique circumstance lending added importance to “new beginnings.”

It’s been a year.

It’s been a year since shit got real with the pandemic. I’m looking at my 2020 planner and remembering that social distancing began on Monday the 16th, and we went into full lock-down on Monday the 30th (here in Arizona).

It’s been a year and we now have a vaccine available to the general population, but we haven’t returned to BeforeTimes normal. I don’t believe we ever will. As we level out into our new normal at this vaccine stage of our year-long virus ordeal, I’m feeling a special reverence for the Worm Moon and its correspondence with new beginnings and fresh starts.

As above, so below.

I obviously don’t have a personal pic of tonight’s moon to share with you, but yesterday I took a pic of my not-so-feral-anymore daughter and partner in all things magickal in the Realm of the Outdoors:

Salem

Because she’ll be with me tonight under the full moon, as always. She’s such a blessing. We’re all so blessed!

Merry meet again, my friends.

SLAXX (Horror movie reaction post.) Killer jeans!!!

I sat down to watch Slaxx a few nights ago with great anticipation. I didn’t know much about the movie, but I did know that its main character is a pair of jeans.

Slaxx is a comedy horror flick, and it’s a Shudder Original. If you’re not subscribed to Shudder (horror/thriller/suspense streaming service) and you’d like to watch a pair of jeans murder its way through a trendy and pretentious retail chain-store, you can sign up for a 7-day free trial to get your fix!

How did I like it? Well, my favorite comedy horror film is now an official triple-tie: Tucker and Dale vs. Evil, Shaun of the Dead, and Slaxx.

I couldn’t begin to imagine how this story was going to play out, and I didn’t want to… so I avoided watching the trailer beforehand. This turned out to be an excellent decision. I highly recommend bypassing the trailer, and that is why I’m not inserting it here as I normally would. Like revenge, Slaxx is a dish most delightful served cold, without warning or preview of any sort. I watched the trailer after I watched the movie, and I’m glad that I did it that way. The trailer gives away too much! You want to be caught off-guard by the jeans and how they behave.

Needless to say, much in the way of creativity went into this film.

Like most comedy horrors, Slaxx is decently gory; I’d give it a gore-score of 7. Also like most comedy horrors, though, the gore is so outrageously over-the-top that it can’t be taken seriously. It minimizes its own impact with its absurdity. I found this to be especially true in Slaxx, because its extravagant gore is inflicted by, you know, a pair of jeans.

At the same time that I wasn’t taking the gore seriously (I was actually laughing and cringing at the same time), I was taking the film, itself, fairly seriously. There’s much more to Slaxx than carnage inflicted by possessed jeans. It’s satire with a message. The jeans have a backstory. Everything makes sense in the end.

Slaxx hooked me from the start and held my attention as it moved briskly from scene to scene. I loved it. It’s my idea of a perfect date-night popcorn movie. (My cat was a wonderful date.)

I can’t think of what else to say about Slaxx that wouldn’t ruin it for you somehow, so I’ll stop here. One thing that might be useful to know is that it’s short at only 1 hour and 17 minutes.

Oh! Make sure to watch through the credits at the end. Heheh.

Ostara blessings! (Spring equinox joy.)

Let me start off with an apology for my absence this past week. I am sorry. No matter the reason for it, a missed post never sits well with me. Missing a post is missing you, and I greatly dislike letting you down.

Tomorrow – this whole weekend, actually – is the northern hemisphere’s Ostara, the spring equinox and spring sabbat… a joyous celebration in the Wheel of the Year! My spring flowers have dried beautifully, and I kept them to adorn my second altar. May we all revel in the season’s energy and abundance as it comes to us in various forms.

I love the spring equinox. It’s a transformative time during which nature gives us blessings of opportunities; it’s a time of renewal: new growth, new beginnings, fresh starts, and fertile ground for change. Late in the week I was suddenly overcome by the strong feeling that this weekend I should finally paint the wall I’ve been thinking about painting for months and months. I’m ready to do a thing that I don’t like to do in order to charge my space with fresh energy.

The wall in question is the kitchen side of the floating wall that separates the living space from the cooking and eating space. I chose a deep purplish-brown gray shade called Expressive Plum for this accent wall. It’s time to throw some color into that area of the house!

I’ve been in serious nesting mode lately. Spring is a time for nesting, after all.

Speaking of nesting, I didn’t see Geronimo for most of last week, as we’d been in the throes of a cold spell. Snow up in Flagstaff means nighttime Phoenix lows in the high 40’s/mid-50’s, and that, my friends, is a scenario that will return a desert tortoise underground to his cozy winter nest for a few more days. Geronimo went back to sleep and hit the snooze button.

It’s warmed up these last two days, though, and I got to see the back end of his shell when I looked into his burrow the other evening!

This is what I see when he’s deep in the back of his burrow on his way down into his subterranean palace :

 

Back end of a tortoise disappearing into his tunnels.

 

Can you see him back there?

So I missed him yesterday (and the day before), but today was Saturday, and I was home to bond with my precious scale-baby.

 

A spring tortoise is a happy tortoise!

 

And a spring tortoise with hibiscus petals stuck to his mouth is an even happier tortoise.

On that note, I’ll leave you to your spring equinox celebrations, however that looks in your worlds!

 

 

 

Good times in the spring.

It’s been a productive and relaxing weekend, which translates to mundanity when it comes to summing it up, I’m afraid.

Mundanity can be invigorating, though. It can make you feel victorious. Yesterday I surprised myself and spent more than four hours cleaning out and organizing nine drawers out of the 15 that I have between my bedroom and bathroom, plus my closet.

I didn’t premeditate this act of violence. My original idea of organizing just one particular drawer blossomed, and next thing I knew, I was surrounded by the inner chaos of these eight other drawers that had been in my back-burner sights for too long. I took everything out and piled it up on my queen-size bed and stepped back to regard and assess it. There could be nothing more motivating than spreading out and looking at the evidence of my negligence. It was an egregious display of wasted space.

I vacuumed out the drawers and wiped them down with a delicious apple cider scented natural cleaning spray before putting anything in them.

Then I went through my closet ruthlessly and purged it, too. (Again, yes.)

Finally got around to freshening my hair color at 10pm last night.

Laundry this morning involved a little bonding with Salem. She’d been napping in the laundry room (aka Salem’s Lot – her room), and I felt badly about flushing her out with my insistence on doing laundry. I fed her and we spent some time together and it was sweet. I took a few pics.

 

Salem this morning

 

Also Salem this morning

 

We’ve been in the throes of a cold spell, but the energy of the equinox vanquishes! Doesn’t it always? That’s the beauty of this season, and the reason why I love it. Spring is when we come alive, along with everything else on Earth.

My neighborhood is even livelier now, and it’s not just the spring birds. The people across the street moved out, and the next day, new renters moved in: an ASU bro-squad of three.

[Sidenote for any of you keeping track from posts of yore: Now there’s the five bros in the (now unofficial) bro-house next door, and the three new ones across the street. The two bros in the house next door on the other side are the long-term renters who are actual brothers (their father bought the house for them to rent while they’re in school).]

[/University neighborhood demographic status]

Anyway, the new people across the street have been feeling celebratory, and so they’ve been celebrating. They’ve been adding to the spring bird symphony, only theirs has a pretty sick bassline.

Good times energy is good.

 

 

Not single. Solitary.

I realize that there’s been something of a mystery here for you longer-time readers, and some of you have asked me about it: “The Mystery of Callaghan.”

You’ve noted that in recent months I’ve mentioned living alone, that I never talk about “we” anymore, and that my personal life/domestic life ramblings are in the singular.

Yes, we broke up. We separated a year ago, and he moved out last summer, and it was the best thing for us both. (He knows that I’m writing this here, so there’s no blindsiding with this post.)

I don’t consider myself to be single, because “single” implies that I’m available and open to meeting people, and I’m not. Rather than single, I’m solitary… happily, purposefully solitary. It’s my choice now to walk my path without a romantic partner, as I know that it’s a path best walked alone. At long last, I see this. I think I would have always made this choice had it occurred to me. I don’t need to be with anyone. Finally I’m at ease, free to be myself.

I’m experiencing a personal revival of sorts. I am blessed.

 

[09 March 2021]

 

 

The late afternoon sun struck oddly when I took these pics in the backyard yesterday, but the desert wind blowing my hair in every direction made everything feel magickal. Elemental. The ghostly wave of light coming up in the lower-right corner of the pics was created by the synergy of my crystal pendant and the sunlight as it struck from its particular angle. This isn’t the first time this has happened. My crystal pendant and the sun have a connection, and the camera picks up on it.

I’m so excited for my 60th birthday that I wish I could wake up to it tomorrow, but I have to be patient and grow as I need to in the next eight years before I reach that milestone. There’s an infinity of knowledge to be gained through experience, and I want to take as much as I can into my next decade.

Blessings to you all!

 

 

He’s OUT!!! (Desert tortoise update!)

Exciting exciting exciting news, my friends! Geronimo and I were reunited yesterday!!

It was no surprise, really, but still thrilling. I actually found him further toward the front in his burrow earlier in the week, on Wednesday when I got home from work. He was facing in, and facing in means that he’d been out. I couldn’t be sure that he was out out for the season, though, because the nighttime/early morning low temps were still down in the 40’s! I thought he might have come out for a day-visit.

But I had strong suspicions. I was almost sure that he was emerging to bask in the sun for a few hours every day, and that I was just missing him. I couldn’t wait for the weekend! This is the first spring with him here that I’m not at home all day during the week, so I’d figured I’d have to wait for the weekend before I could really greet him.

So yesterday was Saturday, and it was later in the afternoon when I saw him. He was half-way back in his burrow. I don’t know how, but I almost missed him again, even though I was here all day! I’d gone out periodically to check, too.

 

My first pic of Geronimo this year! [06 March 2021]

 

 

I ran into the house to grab my phone so I could take pics. He was already heading back in! I was afraid he was going to be gone when I got back out, but I found him all the way out again and coming toward me. He was sleepy and slow, but I could tell that he was truckin’. We were both so excited. My little scale-baby!!

I filled his large plant dish and set him in to soak. He needed to rehydrate after his long winter underground. He immediately stuck his head underwater and drank and drank and drank and blew bubbles through his nostrils.

 

Thirsty tortoise.

 

Oh. Hello.

 

Then we were off on our first spring trek together through the yard!

 

Hello.

 

Hello.

 

Hello.

 

WHY HELLO.

 

Hello Hello Hello Hello Hello

 

Hello.

 

mmffnomghnomHello.

 

Good-bye.

 

We went around the yard together for the next half-hour, and I fed him flowers every other step of the way. He was HUNGRY for those hibiscus flowers!

 

Hello.

 

He also munched happily on the young spring grasses and weeds growing everywhere.

 

Hello.

 

And we bonded!

 

Hello.

 

He snuggled up to my leg, then climbed over me. My son is a climber.

 

Hello.

 

Cuddles on the gravel.

 

Cuddles and pets and scritches!

 

Hello.

 

Hello.

 

Hello.

 

Hello.

 

Hello.

 

Hello.

 

Hello.

 

GOODBYE.

 

Bye.

 

Eat my dust.

 

He likes to kick dirt out behind him as he goes into his burrow. That’s the nature of Geronimo. He digs, climbs, eats, snuggles, and loves with his whole huge, gentle tortoise heart.

He’s not out in full turbo-Geronimo force yet, though. He’s still sleepy. This morning he dozed contentedly under my finger as I rubbed slow circles on the top of his head. I’m seeing low temps in the 40’s forecasted for the next few nights, so we’re still in the process! He’ll be in, he’ll be out, but he’s definitely not hibernating anymore, especially since he’s hydrated and eaten.

I hope you’re all happy and well, too!

 

 

 

January/February Favorites!

It’s the beginning of March and I should have a February Favorites post for you, and I do… ! Combined with January’s, that is. January proved to be out-of-the-ordinary, so I didn’t have enough of a list to post when February began.

I’ve got mostly viewables to share with you today. There’s no food on this list, and there’s just one product at the end. The rest is movies, documentaries, docuseries, and fictional series.

[Summary of the food I ate in February: salty things, spicy things, garlicky things, and dark chocolate]

Without further ado, then, here’s what I’ve watched (and enjoyed) this year so far! (I say “enjoyed” because I also watched a couple of things that I did not enjoy and would not recommend.)

DO RECOMMEND:

 

1). Nomadland (Hulu)

 

 

She did it again. Not that I doubted her. I knew it would happen: I hit “play” and it took Frances McDormand three minutes to bring tears to my eyes. She was born to take you to other worlds with her expressions, with her on-screen presence, and she does. She makes you feel things. It’s inexplicable.

Nomadland is a wondrous, poignant, and thought-provoking film not just about van life, but about life. You deserve to see it, especially for McDormand’s genius performance.

 

 

2). Promising Young Woman (Amazon rental)

 

 

I loved Carey Mulligan’s performance in this film, and I enjoyed this take on Revenge. Yes, that’s a capital-R Revenge.

 

 

3).  Tiger (HBO Max)

 

 

I’m not a golf fan. I’ve never watched golf, so I’ve never seen Tiger play. I only knew of Tiger Woods because he’s Tiger Woods. After watching this excellent two-part documentary, I feel like I know him somewhat.

Honestly, I’d be shocked if the man hadn’t been involved in a scandal or two. I can’t imagine what it would be like to be a prodigy and do nothing but that one thing all of my life, since babyhood. A lifetime of scrutiny and competitive pressure will lead to a breaking point somewhere along the way, and eventually, life will demand to be lived. Tiger went to extremes with Las Vegas and the Navy SEALS, and I don’t blame him.

So you don’t have to like or watch golf in order to enjoy Tiger. It’s that favorite classic story: you have a hero who falls, gets up, and comes back. And what a come-back!

 

 

4). The New York Times Presents: Framing Britney Spears (Hulu)

 

 

Like Tiger did with Tiger Woods, Framing Britney Spears introduced me to Britney Spears. Summary of my thoughts post-viewing: I’m furious on Britney’s behalf, and not just because of the bullshit conservatorship in which she’s entangled. This documentary is a fascinating watch from the standpoint of mental health, alone, but I enjoyed it all around.

Also, #FreeBritney

 

 

5). Night Stalker: The Hunt for a Serial Killer (Netflix original docuseries)

 

 

I dedicated a post to my thoughts on this horrifying Netflix docuseries. That is all.

 

 

6). Crime Scene: The Vanishing at the Cecil Hotel (Netflix original docuseries)

 

 

Another interesting Netflix docuseries! The subject of this one almost seems to be window-dressing, though. The production is creepy, interesting, and entertaining, but it actually serves as more of a spotlight on the treacheries of social media. It amounts to one big “teaching moment.” I highly enjoyed it.

 

 

7). Behind Her Eyes (Netflix)

 

 

I love a good spooky love triangle plot every once in a while, especially if the triangle manages to change shape while still being a triangle.

 

 

8). The Sinner, season 3 (Netflix)

 

 

Season 3 of The Sinner finally hit Netflix! I’d been waiting for it. It did not disappoint. Bill Pullman is perfectly cast in this role, and I’m glad they’re keeping the seasons coming.

 

 

9). A Discovery of Witches (Shudder original series)

 

 

The series A Discovery of Witches is my most recent Shudder watch. I haven’t seen season 2 yet, but it’s there, and I’m looking forward to digging in!

 

 

10). Pacifica Silver Moon perfume.

 

Pacifica Silver Moon perfume

 

I wore Hypnotic Poison (Dior) back in the 90’s. Pacifica’s new perfume line includes Silver Moon, which is so similar to Hypnotic Poison, I would believe you if you said that that’s what it was. Thanks to Pacifica, there’s now an affordable version of HP that’s also vegan and cruelty-free!

 

And there you have it, my friends. I’ve got a list going for March, and I plan to get back on my regular “Monthly Favorites” schedule.

Happy Weekend Eve!

 

 

Last night’s Snow Moon, the last full moon of winter.

A full moon rose last night: the Snow Moon, also known as the “Quickening Moon.” It’s February’s full moon, and it’s risen in Virgo as the sun is positioned in Pisces… a lunation that comes just as we’ve exited the beautiful but unpredictable gustiness of air sign Aquarius, not to mention a Mercury retrograde. It’s a powerful lunation for cleaning up in the aftermath of a Mercury retrograde/air sign season double-whammy.

If this is Greek to you, I’ll put it simply: We’ve made it through a period of cosmic disarray, and the full moon that rose last night is here to help put things back in order. It’s up to us to harness its grounding energy in our individual lives so we can do better as humans out in the world. With such a moon inspiring introspection and self-evaluation, we have a blessing of an opportunity to make adjustments and gain perspective!

I performed my full-moon ritual for clarity, grounding, and self-improvement, but not before I went out to do some moon-gazing in the backyard. The moon was brilliant in the clear desert sky.

 

The full moon in Virgo, the Snow Moon, 27 Feb. 2021

 

Salem sat with me in the moonlight, as she does. She loves the full moon, too!

This weekend I’ve felt the energy of spring quite keenly, and it’s been amazing. Yesterday morning I kept my office and bedroom windows open, and Nenette divided her time between the two. There are different birds and scents in the front yard (office window) and backyard (bedroom window), you see. She had to keep it all covered.

Geronimo’s been stirring in his burrow more and more. I saw him two more times last week, deep in the back pocket of the burrow in the space that leads down into his tunnels. That’s what he does. He comes up to the ground floor, dozes in the back, then descends into his basement tunnels again. It’s thrilling to catch sight of him! I’m looking at the weather forecast and figuring that he’ll emerge completely by the end of next weekend.

This last stretch is the hardest. It’s difficult to be patient what with our balmy afternoon temperatures up in the 70’s and every day typically sunny and bright; I have to remind myself that our nighttime/early morning temperatures are still too cold for Geronimo. With our nighttime lows down in the 40’s, he won’t come out.

Starting on Friday, though, our low temperatures are predicted to hit at 56, 64, 68, and 65 – Friday through Monday, all I can see in my weather app as of now – and desert tortoises will come out of hibernation once the nighttime temps hold in the mid-upper 50’s for four-five consecutive nights. SO!

I might have a Geronimo post for you not this week, but next!

May this find you all healthy and well, my friends.

 

 

The grass is always greener on the other side of midnight.

This week has been a strange one, a week of mundane evening obligations mostly of a domestic nature. Things that “came up.” Someone coming to repair something. Spontaneous but urgent and necessary errands to run. I’ve actually missed workouts! I didn’t work out on Tuesday, Wednesday, or today.

Neither have I been online much these last few days.

Pain developed in my right eye yesterday afternoon, making screen-time impossible as the evening progressed. I shut my laptop and played one spread of Quiddler solitaire and tried to get to bed early. I turned off the lights just after midnight. I was actually tired, and I fell asleep feeling victorious!

The previous night, I got to bed just before midnight, and it was a fail. I was tired, but I wasn’t ready to sleep; trying to force sleep when I’m not passing-out tired never ends well. I become a hostage in a compound of anxiety, and the morning alarm rings brutally too soon after I fall asleep.

But it’s been a good week. I do feel the need to ponder my relationship with sleep yet again, recognizing that I’m a night owl by nature… nothing is going to change that. There must be a way to reconcile this with the fact that I need to get up early!

Before I go, I thought I’d share Nenette in her own sleep haze the other night when I (inadvertently) woke her up:

 

I woke her up. She still loves me, though.

 

Happy Weekend Eve, my friends!

 

 

Moonrise. (Office updates February 2021!)

[::Ahem::] I posted my last “office updates” tour at the beginning of last September, and I’m happy to be here again six months later. To those of you who are new, these office updates posts have at some point become a tradition here. I think it started with a post years ago – 2016, I believe – in which I introduced my plant family.

I’m extra content with my office now, this time being different and ultra-special because there’s no real theme behind its makeover. I actually don’t even think of it as a makeover! It’s mostly just that I’ve taken down my large tapestry and moved in some of my beloved old things. It’s magical and amazing to have this space textured and layered with the colors, shapes, and elements of my past, present, and being in general.

Having said that, I do have a name for my office, as I did for my past office iterations. I’m calling it “Moonrise.”

All but two of these pics were taken at dusk, in the hybrid of artificial light and waning daylight. As usual, I couldn’t be bothered to figure out how to enhance these pics. I’d rather take a million pictures of everything in various lighting situations in order to capture the subjects exactly to my liking than take the time to learn how to manipulate pics. Some things never change! That’s just me being stubborn, I suppose, and not minding taking a lot of time because of it.

Right. Without further ado….

 

Moonrise over my desk

 

These two selenite towers were procured for me by my good friend Jessica, crystal witch extraordinaire, when she last went down to the rock, gem, and mineral show as it made its traditional stop in Quartzsite.

Daylight illuminates powerful selenite’s exquisite detail:

 

Selenite in daylight

 

Starting the office tour, then, here’s a look from the doorway as you’re walking toward the living room from the end of the hall:

 

Glancing in

 

My desk remains to the left of the door. I’m still madly in love with my black wall. It’s calming and centering, and its space-like expanse nurtures my creativity.

 

White on black, black on white

 

My cherished thrifted print of the (haunted) Canterbury Cathedral – my all-time favorite Goodwill find! – holds its original spot to the right of my desk.

 

Canterbury Cathedral print

 

Alongside the cathedral print on the west wall, I’ve positioned my two old Gustav Klimt prints on the north end. This is where my moon-phase tapestry used to be, and its retirement is the primary change I made to my office. While I loved that tapestry there, I was especially happy to take it down to make way for the prints. It feels right to have moved them into this space. They’ve been with me since they were gifted to me at the turn of the millennium 21 years ago.

(Side-note: it just hit me that babies born in 2000 are now of legal drinking age here in the States. What.)

The prints are Gustav Klimt’s “Music” and “Hygieia.”

 

Gustav Klimt prints “Music” and “Hygieia”

 

(And those would be my plants Holder and Little Baby.)

“Music”:

 

“Music” by Gustav Klimt

 

“Hygieia”
Hygieia is the Greek Goddess of Health. “Hygieia” is actually a fragment of Klimt’s painting “Medicine” (the ceiling Paintings for Vienna University):

 

“Hygieia” by Gustav Klimt

 

I’ve always felt a sense of strength and peace standing before this Goddess.

Also on the west wall, I’ve set up a little table with some special objects:

 

It’s getting homey in here!

 

Some favorite things

 

My little antique mirror leans against the wall to the right. I maintain that the mirror is haunted, but not in a bad way, obviously.

 

Antique mirror

 

In the northwest corner, we’ve got Nenette’s area with her little bookcase and her water glass on top. And look! She unwittingly provided us with a cameo! She’s sitting on the antique German trunk on which I’ve set her snack bowl. Her water glass is on the bookcase behind her. Her litter box is behind the trunk.

 

Northwest corner

 

Nenette’s bookcase and water glass

 

This tree would be good old Flamingo, who used to provide a hanging place for my plush sloth. (“plush sloth” – say that three times fast!) He’s now on my bed.

And Nenette has her tree in the northeast corner. Basically, the north wall is all hers.

 

Nenette’s tree in the northeast corner

 

This plant goes by the name of Barclay, as many of you know, as well.

 

East wall detail

 

I’ve added my Geralt of Rivia (aka The Witcher) print:

 

My Geralt of Rivia print and Grendel gargoyle

 

And I’ve still got my Grendel gargoyle up there above the closet. He keeps me in line. Haha.

Behind the door, the usual stuff:

 

The usual behind-the-door pic

 

Finally, here’s Nenette, sitting on her bookcase with her water glass behind her. No “office updates” post would be complete without a pic of Nenette with her water glass, after all.

 

Nenette approves.

 

And there you have it, my friends. This is where I am most of the time when I’m at home.

I hope this finds you all healthy, happy, and warm.

 

 

Tonight, I come bearing cat pics. (Nenette’s horrible camera ordeal.)

I took some pics of my office for an upcoming “office updates” post this evening, and I tried to capture Nenette in the process. Since I know you’re all totally about cat pics, I thought I’d do the magnanimous thing and share a few!

Given Nenette’s unwillingness to have her picture taken, these seven pics constitute a whole extravaganza. Let us rejoice.

Here’s the caveat, though: Nenette’s loathing of the camera is apparent in these pics as her expression and demeanor change in each one. She’s more about attitude than action in these pics.

 

1). WARINESS.

 

Bloody hell, not this again…

 

2). ANNOYANCE.

 

MOM.

 

3). INCREDULITY.

 

Seriously WTF!

 

Then I had the audacity to get closer.

4). ALARM.

 

WHAT.

 

5). REFUSAL.

 

Here’s a plant leaf. I can hide.

 

6). IMPATIENCE.

 

MUST I?

 

7). RESIGNATION.

 

Fine. Here’s a pose. Now drop the camera and back slowly away.

 

The End. (Says Nenette.)

Until Saturday, then; the aforementioned “office updates” pics are forthcoming. I hope you’ll all staying well!

 

 

Valentine’s Day! (Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse, 10)

It’s Valentine’s Day weekend, and I could think of no better way to celebrate the holiday than to gift myself some chocolate and watch a twisted Valentine’s Day horror B-movie. I caught Into the Dark: Down on Hulu for some standard low-budget “stuck in an elevator with a psycho stalker over Valentine’s Day weekend” entertainment. It was perfect.

Also, I enjoyed sifting through my collection of Missed Connections subject lines to put together a Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse poem. I don’t need to say “Valentine’s Day edition,” because every day is Valentine’s Day for people who post in Missed Connections. It’s the nature of MC to attract the lonely and the wistful and the starry-eyed. Valentine’s Day is as much for the lovelorn as it is for lovers, after all.

These MCEC poems are always written by others, as you regular readers know. I’ve simply adopted the habit of browsing the Craigslist section every day or every other day to pluck out any subject lines that may catch my eye.

Many thanks to the 16 anonymous writers who posted to Missed Connections with these subject lines!

 

Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse, 10

We’ve met twice
Black Dress at Casa Corazon
In red at The Desert Diamond Casino
Want to get to know you

Saw you last evening
Flashing headlights
You drove by and said “thanks….”
Stop light confession

Crossed paths in hallway
About a month ago
It was magic
Harmony

Lost you in Belvidere
While we were walking
A dart on a map
Truly missed….

 

Happy Valentine’s Day, my friends.

p.s. Happy Birthday, Arizona, you great state 48, you! 109 years old on Valentine’s Day!

 

 

This is what it sounds like when doves cry. (Cleaning up after Salem.)

[Started writing last night; fell asleep….]

It’s been an interesting week as I went into it determined to stop procrastinating. I had a situation in the backyard to address, and Monday was the day.

At the end of the day, I started my Monday evening workout with a slight headache after spending more time than I should have picking up dead bird parts. They’re not going to pick themselves up, I’d reminded myself firmly when I got home from work.

Such as it was that I found myself crouched in the shade of the hibiscus late that afternoon. I was there with a pair of disposable gloves and a plastic bag. Salem had been feasting on white-winged dove, and mommy finally got off her ass and went out to clean it up.

I found that she’d decapitated the dove and eaten almost all of its body.

Native birds of the Sonoran desert, white-winged doves are as common in my backyard as the hummingbirds and the grackles. They’re large, and they’re beautiful. Their cooing melodies are beautiful. My (also beautiful) feral feline daughter is delighted with them, too. What’s dangerous for them is the watering hole, actually a large plant plate, from which Salem drinks. Birds congregate in it, on it, and around it in the hot months. It’s warming up now, and the doves are starting to visit. It’s going to be murder and mayhem around here all summer, I fear.

 

Salem at the watering hole. [10 Feb 2021]

 

 

I collected one large white-edged wing still attached to the sparse remains of the dove’s body, and its iridescent head – hues of lavender and teal shimmering on the bluish dove gray – from its resting place a little further away. Smaller chunks of bird lay here and there, and there were so many feathers. Feathers, and a carpet of down impossibly adhered to the large gravel, stuck to the sharp edges of the rocks. But I gathered up what I could, tied up the bag, and took it out to the dumpster in the back alley (which is also an apartment complex parking lot).

And that should have been the end of that.

But it wasn’t. It was only as I was coming back in that I noticed the rocky gravel at the back gate looking fuzzy, like the ground had gone out of focus. I stepped up to inspect and found the carnage of a second feast splayed across the threshold of the back gate, where Salem often lounges.

It was a birdplosion even more dramatic than the one behind the hibiscus. Again, a patch of large gravel rocks blurred beneath a mass of soft gray down and feathers. Another white-edged wing, mostly intact. I went into the house and got another bag.

Two birds, many stones.

Oh! One thing is for certain: the mystery of Salem’s lethargy and lack of appetite last week has been solved. I actually thought that I might lose her the day I came home and she wasn’t waiting for me at the sliding-glass door.

Every day when I come home from work:

 

Salem at the sliding-glass door. [10 Feb. 2021]

 

 

The day Salem didn’t come to the door for her dinner, I found her huddled against Geronimo’s burrow. She blinked “I LOVE YOU” at me, but she could barely raise her head. She wasn’t interested in eating. I set her plate down and went inside (perplexed, trying not to worry) thinking that she’d come to eat eventually. She didn’t.

I admit that I was quite worried. What was I supposed to think? She didn’t want to eat. She was slumped against the burrow, barely moving. She managed to lift her head and blink at me before putting her head back down, her face resting against the mound of dirt. If you knew Salem and her habits, you’d be alarmed, too. I naturally thought that something was wrong. Anyone would. Turns out that she was just in a food coma.

So the yard is clear now, and I’m relieved. Geronimo will come out of hibernation soon, as tortoises do, and the last thing I want to see is my scalebaby plowing through dead bird remains and coming out covered in feathers and down.

I hope you’re all having an accomplished week, too!

 

 

Geronimo is sleep-walking in his burrow?! (Desert tortoise update – pre-post-hibernation appearance!)

He was still in his burrow, and he was still sleeping, and then he was gone again, but still… I got to see Geronimo today!

I saw him stir in his sleep. Then I stepped away for a moment. When I came back, he was gone.

It was toward the middle of November when I realized that Geronimo had gone into hibernation. Since then, I’ve spoken to him every day, no matter the weather or the time. I know he can hear me. He’s heard my voice in the cold rain and in the dark of night and in the brilliant, warm glare of the late-afternoon sun… mostly the latter. (We’ve had very little weather this winter.)

Geronimo’s entire burrow seems to be alive with the warming of the new year, its hollowed-out domed structure of earth energetically aware. I crouch in front of his doorway and talk, and so his burrow’s back interior wall knows how cute and sweet and loved and missed Geronimo is, and what a good boy he is, and how I hope that he’s enjoying a restful hibernation, sleeping well, having wonderful dreams, and not letting the bedbugs bite. As his mother, I’m 100% certain that Geronimo is receiving my messages. I know that my scalebaby can hear me deep in his hibernating brain, wherever he is in his underground labyrinth.

Lately, I’ve been telling him excitedly about the warmth of the afternoons and the lengthening of the days. I’ll see you soon, Geronimo. I can’t wait to see you again!

And lo, when I went to address the inside of his burrow today, I found myself addressing him directly. He’s still asleep, but still. There he was.

I couldn’t believe it when I saw him!

 

Hello.

 

His sleeping face!

 

HELLO.

 

I knew that he wasn’t going to come out all the way today, and he didn’t. When the chill of dusk started to settle, I went back out to check on him and found that he’d retreated into his cozy winter digs.

He made his first appearance, though, and I’m still so thrilled. My little scalebaby is getting ready, making his moves, gradually waking up.

With hibernation emergence already underway, it’s looking like he’ll come out earlier than usual, maybe, just as he went in earlier than usual. It’s only February Week One!

Salem is going to be happy to see Geronimo again, too. I wanted to take some pics of her today, but when I went out with that in mind, I found her devouring a freshly killed dove behind one of the large hibiscus plants. So, yeah… no pics of her.

In indoor furbaby news, though, I took this micro-video of Nenette last night:

 

 

I hope to post about Geronimo again soon! His pre-post-hibernation surprise brightened My year.

Happy Sunday, friends.

 

 

Night Stalker: The Hunt for a Serial Killer (Netflix docuseries reaction post.)

[Note: This is a reaction post, not a review!]

Netflix original docuseries projects are killing me. (No, that pun was not intended.)

 

 

Last night, I started watching Night Stalker: The Hunt for a Serial Killer alone in the dark on my laptop, with just a three-wick candle burning in the back of the room. 25 minutes into episode one, I hit pause and went around the house to check all of the windows and doors, making sure that they were locked.

That’s right. 25 minutes in, thoroughly unsettled, my spine crackling like its nerves were charged with electricity. I didn’t count the number of shockingly graphic and horrifying crime scene photos it took to get me out of my chair.

I went into the kitchen to make sure that the sliding-glass door was locked and secured with the dowel in its track, and I berated myself for my continued procrastination. (WHY have I STILL not covered the kitchen window and dining area sliding-glass door?!) In the living room, I triple-checked the security screen and front doors’ deadbolts and doorknob locks. I piled 130 pounds’ worth of dumbbells up again the door for good measure.

Getting ready for bed later, I was reluctant to undress and step into the shower… I spent as little time in there as possible. Not wanting to get into bed with the same apprehension, I went around the house one more time to check the locks. Before that, I distracted myself by redirecting my attention to the light and funny with some music and a few videos that amuse me.

Netflix created an impressively effective horror movie out of their documentary examination of the Night Stalker case, is what they did. It helped that its subject, California serial killer Richard Ramirez, is horror personified.

 

 

So I found the first episode to be quite enough for one night, in cause you’re wondering how that turned out. I shut it down and watched the remaining three episodes today. It was slightly easier with the glare of bright sunlight on my laptop screen. Slightly easier.

Night Stalker is an excellent docuseries, and while I do recommend it, I’ll also say that for sure, it’s not for everyone. I can’t unsee the gruesome crime scene photos. I can’t unhear that Ramirez cut out that one lady’s eyes and took them with him when he left. (Explained as we’re looking at her bloodied body in the crime scene photo.) Et cetera.

I’m glad that I watched it, though.

For tomorrow, I have the perfect antidote lined up: The Big Lebowski, which I’m going to see “with” a friend (on the phone)!

That should do it. The Big Lebowski. If you know, you know.

 

Tonight’s Wolf Moon, the first full moon of the year. (Reflections on 2020.)

A full moon rose tonight: the Wolf Moon. It feels particularly potent and alive. I did a moon meditation earlier in the evening, and about an hour ago, I sat in the moonlight to contemplate and give thanks and set intentions. I left out a small glass bowl of water along with the crystals and gemstones that I wear. They’ll charge in the moonlight all night, and I’ll bring them in before the sun rises. It’s dark when my alarm goes off, so the timing is perfect!

Salem sat close by on the patio, watching me. She very rarely leaves the yard now.

 

Throwback pic of Salem at home.

 

This first full moon of 2021 inspires me to reflect on 2020. COVID occurred in 2020, and we learned to live our lives differently. We’re still living our lives differently. We’re at the point now where “different” has replaced what used to be normal. I think it’s a good thing.

There’s no use in wishing that things could go back to the way they were. Vaccine or no vaccine, the new year isn’t going to return us to what we knew to be normal in 2019. Practically speaking, the turning of a calendar page to a new year is symbolic. The world on 1 January 2021 was no different than it was on 31 December 2020.

So I sat in the moonlight tonight and reflected on the education imposed upon us by the previous year’s trials, and I decided that the only thing to do is to carry it forward with intention to stop resisting the changes brought about by those trials.

It won’t be hard. I’ve grown to like wearing a mask every day, for instance. What if I wish to keep wearing it? Without it, I would feel naked. I would be compelled to worry about possible bad breath, food stuck in my teeth, lip-color fading unevenly, resting bitch face, pollution and dust in my airways, and every virus – not just COVID – marauding the public spaces through which I move. I used to think about these kinds of things, and for most of the previous year, I didn’t have such (mostly) trifling thoughts cluttering up my head-space. Instead, I wore my mask and thought about how doing it was helping to keep myself safe as well as others. How wearing the mask was for the greater good.

Last year forced us to think about others. Thinking about others as a part of our new normal is a sad commentary on the Before Times, isn’t it? We know that we should do it in any case, but last year, thinking about others became a matter of life or death. That is profound. The world would be a better place if we were to always consider thinking about others as a matter of life or death, even if it’s not.

I wouldn’t want to go back in time and unlearn the importance of being thoughtful. I like this aspect of our new normal. If only everyone would willingly participate!

At present, the sun is in Aquarius, and the first full moon of the year has risen in Leo. I feel that this planetary scenario makes for an auspicious start as 2021 moves forward. That regardless of what’s happening around the globe, from politics to the virus, we all have immense potential to bring out and develop our natural gifts and generously share them with the world. We might even be able to use our gifts for the greater good. It wouldn’t be difficult.

 

 

I’m going to bed early tonight. (This is not a joke.)

You’re not going to believe what I’m about to do. I’m about to get ready for bed.

It’s 9:35pm (21:35).

I’m wiped out. I did my Body Combat workout half-asleep this evening, though it was still intense. What do you call a half-asleep hardcore workout? Adrenaline.

I’ll be back tomorrow night!

Stay safe, my friends.

 

 

What have I been singing (to a one-cat audience) this month?

Here we are! You know that if I miss a post, I try to get one up within 24 hours. This post that I started last night didn’t get finished.

Tonight, it’s finished. I come to you with music.

It’s gotten to be a habit of sorts, hasn’t it, this posting of my personal Spotify playlists? It started with Halloween, I believe. I wanted to share the songs I’ve been listening to this month when not cranking my usual music. (By “usual music,” I mean industrial. My favorite sub-sub-genres of the EDM sub-genre of industrial music are electro-industrial/electronic body music/industrial metal/power noise.)

But this post is about some of my favorite singable songs outside of that realm.

 

Driving at night, last night, singing to Rasputina’s cover of “Bad Moon Rising.” The moon was void-of-course and soon to enter Gemini… nothing bad about it.

 

Because every song on this playlist is a song that I like to sing, and that is the most unifying thing about it.

Many of these tracks are throw-backs. The German songs, for instance, I’ve been singing since the late 80’s. Most of the songs, come to think of it. Late 80’s, early 90’s.

While I’ve labeled this a “mood” playlist, I’d say that it’s more about my enjoyment of singing the songs than of its mood. Having said that, its thread does have a quality and feel of fantasy and longing and hauntedness.

Two of the songs are ghost stories made chilling by Sinéad’s powerful and evocative voice (“Jackie” and “I Am Stretched on Your Grave”). Two others are dark fantasies (“The Waitress” and “Memories”), and another is a haunting telling of the sinking of the Titanic (“Terra Titanic”). There’s a fairytale song of longing (“Unerkannt durchs Märchenland”), and one of wistful sadness reflected by the rain (“Es Regnet”). “Memories Fade” speaks from the aftermath of loss.

“Touch and Go” is an acerbic look at the rat race, but it has me at its musical greatness. It’s the one original song on this list whose musicality stuns me more than its lyrics. It’s a treasure the likes of which I rarely hear anymore, and if you’re into keys and synths, you’ll dig it for the masterpiece that it is. I can’t think of a song whose keys I appreciate more than this one’s. Keith Emerson was a genius on the keyboards!

“Ironbound/Fancy Poultry” moves me to tears… it’s my favorite song of Suzanne Vega’s, and she’s one of my favorite poet-musicians. And “Bad Moon Rising” is a CCR cover by Rasputina. The harmonious clashing of their signature cello in this cover’s sudden violent turn to metal is brilliant.

So these are the songs I’ve been singing to my one-cat audience of Nenette.

(Side-note, true story: While I was writing some of the above text late last night, I paused to check my email, and I found a new one from 23andMe that read: “Your Ability to Match Musical Pitch report is waiting for you.” I’d already seen that I’ve inherited my ability to match musical pitch, but I clicked into it, anyway. The scientific detail that goes into these reports is fascinating.)

(Side-note 2: Just because I can match musical pitch doesn’t mean that I can sing. I cannot. My pitch is excellent. My voice isn’t.)

Anyway, here’s my playlist, for anyone interested. 11 songs, 45 minutes:

 

 

I hope this finds you all well. Take care, everyone!