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.

 

 

In which I’m going to get slightly obnoxious. (COVID pandemic-related plea.)

[Edited for brevity]

I don’t know, man. We all need to wear masks. We really do, because we’re being stalked by a demonic virus, and there’s no exorcist, and no, I’m not being overly dramatic. The virus has now infected a person in my life, and from what I’ve heard from that person, I wouldn’t wish COVID on my worst enemy.

It can’t be said enough that this virus is not “like the flu.” There might be more deaths from the flu, but statistics like that aren’t reassuring or meaningful. COVID is more contagious than the flu, and I’m pretty sure that death by flu isn’t as painful and horrific as death by COVID. Pretty sure no one ever lost hands, feet, arms, or legs to the flu. COVID can and does attack every organ in the body. Blood clots are common. COVID can lead to amputation and kidney dialysis, among other critical medical interventions. I just haven’t heard of this happening with the flu. Neither have I heard first-hand testimony about the flu to match the awfulness of the first-hand testimony I’ve heard thus far about COVID.

Please be careful out there.

Let’s all just stay safe.

 

 

Get out of my entertainment, Virus!

November, to me, signals full-blown fall and all of the deliciousness that comes with it. Now that Halloween is over, I’m relishing the natural blessings of the season. You can always tell where we are in the year by looking at what’s on my kitchen counter. Currently:

 

It’s fall! Walnuts, apples, Peruvian (purple) potatoes, and dried persimmons. I’m rich with these blessings. I don’t take them for granted.

 

October was sublime in every way. I enjoyed Short Horror October more than ever before! You might be curious as to what’s on my screen now that my 31 days of chain-watching horror content is over. WELL.

It’s November, and I stumbled into the real horror content.

Because season 4 of The Good Doctor is underway. I was so excited to get into the first episode! I settled in eagerly on Hulu Tuesday night for some much-needed escapism, but in an unforeseen plot development, I didn’t make it through the episode. I had to stop watching it halfway through, because it was utterly terrifying. It was the furthest thing from the entertaining escapism I was after. It was pure horror, and not in a good way. It was about The Virus.

I geared myself up to continue with the episode last night (maybe it was just my mood), but again, I had to peace out. The episode chilled me to my core with fear like no horror movie or series ever has. I’ve never had to turn away from an actual work of horror because it was too scary! Take notes, Ryan Murphy, and congratulations, The Good Doctor, for finally doing it with episode 1 of season 4.

[Side-note: Midsommar doesn’t count. I tried to turn away from that beastly film, but it wouldn’t let me.]

All I wanted was to get back into the storyline, right? That’s why we anticipate new seasons of the series we enjoy. I wanted to resume enjoying. Instead, I found myself swept into a nightmarish COVID State of Emergency scenario at the San Jose St. Bonaventure Hospital, where I got to see COVID-infected people suffering and dying in horrible ways, presenting with all kinds of symptoms and developing all kinds of complications. I got to see the heartbreak of family members not being able to be with their loved ones in intensive care, and then the pain of being told “I’m sorry” by Dr. Lim when a young woman’s mother died alone while in isolation. And SO MUCH MORE. I can’t even get into all of the terrible and sad events of the episode, and I wouldn’t do it, anyway, lest I “spoil” it for anyone else.

I mean, I get it, TGD. You want to take your hospital dramedy there in tribute to frontline workers and address the pandemic while also scaring us into wearing our masks. Fine. BUT you do too good of a job. Your actors are too good. Your writers are too good. Your commitment to authenticity in a COVID-gripped hospital is too complete. I just couldn’t.

So I had to stop watching the episode on Tuesday night, when I especially needed to escape into a fictional world. (Thank you, Bob’s Burgers, for providing your own new season.) I thought I would give it another try last night, but I took one look at the scene where I left off and immediately exited again, horrified anew by the sight of the sickened patient in that scene.

Tonight, I was determined to finish it. I was doubly prepared. I was going to do it. And I did. I sat through the whole damn episode that not only was un-entertaining and difficult to watch, but IT WAS MISSING DR. MELENDEZ, WHO WAS SENSELESSLY AND INEXPLICABLY KILLED OFF at the end of season 3 (you’re walking a thin line, The Good Doctor), and I was further appalled by the horrors that’d awaited in the second half of the episode. The episode is called “Frontline, Part 1.”Β  Yes, it will continue in next week’s episode, “Frontline, Part 2”.

Now you might be wondering why I insisted on putting myself through it. It’s The Good Doctor, that’s why. It’s excellent. I’m invested in the characters in their world, and I’m not going to stop watching it just because their world looks like our real-life world.

I hope that we can leave the real world behind starting with episode 3, though.

Happy almost Friday Eve, my friends, and FFS, wear your masks.