Happy Halloween

Our first snowflake of the year fell yesterday and we rose to find a bone white veil of snow on Halloween.

Your sister's a werewolf

Aquamarine Anniversary

Love letters straight from your heart

And darling then
I read again
Right from the start

Hello October

Friday Mashup

End of subject?

Sept 2019

Three days of morning moons
and surveying the hill where dragonflies hang-ten in the sun.

Try this sometime

Listen to the vinyl rip of Cargo by Men at Work and read the wikipedia entry of William Reich and somehow end up on Kierkegaard:
What I really need is to get clear about what I must do, not what I must know, except insofar as knowledge must precede every act. What matters is to find a purpose, to see what it really is that God wills that I shall do; the crucial thing is to find a truth which is truth for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die.  

Well excuse me

Dear people of the future,
In the late 70s, the people of the United States started using a comedian's character's catch line, "Well excuuuuuuse me!"  It became so embedded in the lexicon that children of that time used it until they forgot from whence it came.

Lucky Us

Running up that Hill two ways-



Enjoy the full Friday the 13th micro moon tonight!
Once you go full micro...it's fine.

Thor's day Thunderstorm

Take it easy on us, Thor.  No flooding!

Madame

I wanted to be a Solid Gold dancer when I was a little girl.  I saw a picture of this dummy this morning and I thought, that's either Lady Elaine or Madame.  That's Madame.  How do I know Madame?  I had to look it up and saw she did a spot on Solid Gold and instantly knew how I knew Madame.  She was also on Hollywood Squares which only cemented her recognition in my mind.  I also faintly remember her sitcom, Madame's Place, I think.  It's hard to say because Judy Landers was in a lot of stuff back then, but a young Corey Feldman as the neighbor kid really rings a bell.  I wonder if my husband remembers the theme song.  My daughter is starting dance this week.  She asked about it on her own, I swear.  Her wiggly body moves are a little out of control.  Why is she gyrating like that?! Did I do that at her age?  I wonder what are the cool dance troupes of her generation.

Buzzards, higher

Three or more flying vultures is called a kettle
A group of vultures hanging out is a committee
Vultures feasting on remains together is called a wake.

When I was a kid, my family had a lake place near the ozarks.  It wasn't techinically the lake of the ozarks, it was off Turkey Creek.  My great-grandfather had built a house on a bluff that had shallow caves.  Just underneath the house next door was the biggest cave, we called it the bird cave.  I had heard about the cave for, it seemed, like a long time before I got to explore it.  I remember asking about going down and I don't know if my cousin didn't want to show me or my mom was freaked out about me walking down to it.  When I finally got to climb down the rusty metal stairs bolted to the cliff, the actual cave was a little lackluster.  It was neat, and i really did think so, but at that age, I had created a different image and the reality of it wasn't as spectacular as I imagined.  There was a bit of a cave inside the cave and there was bird shit everywhere.  There might of been some feathers, but nothing huge, so I don't have anything to show from it..I think there might have been some eggs, but I might be re-imagining that or maybe that was a different visit.  There were absolutely no birds in the cave.  Honestly, thank god.  Maybe that was the reason we didn't go down there much?  I only went in it a few times.  Maybe because it wasn't on our property or that the stair was getting too old, I don't remember.

One time we were driving around in a neighboring "resort" and we saw a committee of vultures on a bare tree in the near distance.  We got out to look and could hear them talking.  The scene was kinda unnerving and haunted.

Anyway the lake place is one of my happy places.  You would see turkey vultures up close flying along the bluff.  We called them buzzards.  It was really cool to see them that close.

Wolves, lower

Cool Water

White Line Fever

Blue Shadows

Don't Fence Me In

Cathedral Heat

Carefree Highway

And The Watchman's Gone:

Tumbling Tumbleweeds

Happy

Even though things are crazy you can still be happy

Morning mashup in my head

My regrets look just like texts I shouldn't send
And I got neighbors, they're more like strangers
We could be friends
Hollywood Forever
Woah-Oh!





Also, RIP to the Flicker hole.  Our family enjoyed seeing you peep out and your churl call every morning and every now and again.  I hope you two and your babies , if there were any, are safe and find another home close to our house.

Juillet

Punks unite

I love punk sticks for fireworks, they are my favorite.
I wish I could always have one everywhere I go.
May all your macaroni be delicious
May it rain on your house at midnight
Let's unite and suppress the power of tyrants
Punk power activate!



I thrive best, hermit style
With a beard, and a pipe
And a parrot on each side
But now I can't do this without you

Let's unite tonight
We shouldn't fight
Embrace you tight
Let's unite tonight

Here's to ya

4th of July Tyrant Protection Spell

In the year 2019, the United States of America has a wannabe two-bit despot as president.  Donald John Trump is insecure, cheap, and tacky. He and his enablers are traitors.  On the day of this country's Independence, the illegitimate president is declaring the celebration his own.  He is being placated, like so many, many times again, with tanks in a parade like we are a small insignificant country trying to prove its might.

On the day of our Independence, the birthday of my grandfather, a yankee doodle dandy, July 4th, I am going to perform a protection spell.  Feel free to join in.  Recipe below.

4th of July Tyrant Protection Spell

Need:
Intent
Paper
pencil or pen
feather
macaroni
significant items of home State (optional)
book or words of Washington Irving
firework or candle
punk
flag or drawing of flag (optional)

Suggestion: Refrain from purchasing tank fireworks for this year.  Or if you must, use them to protest the traitors that have taken our country hostage.

Draw a picture of Nathaniel Hawthorne, add embellishments and words of protection.  If you have a fellow yankee doodle dandy in your family, invoke them on this piece of paper.  Fold the paper once around a feather, let sit on mantle or place of energetic intention

Let a flag air out somewhere in your house(optional)

Also optional--this is a time where you may want to gather items or pictures of things of significance from your state; State flower, animal, tree, fossil.  Place these things wherever you want but with intention and maybe say a few words out loud or in your head

Now, go and make a macaroni dish, yes, you will be eating macaroni on the 4th of July

When you are ready to commence the spell:
Lay everything collected out in front of you in a way that pleases you
Get out your Washington Irving book or a quote found on the internet and read aloud as long or short as you want.
Go out and ceremonially light a punk and set off a firework. (you may light a candle instead or skip the punk and light a sparkler).  I don't recommend skipping the punk, you may always do the sparkler after the firework.
Here you may sing, eat macaroni, set off colorful smoke bombs and run around in them, burn the papers you collected or just burn a little hole with the punk and poke the feather through, save some of the remnants of the spell in a bucket or a flat rock and bury them in the yard the next day.

Sing:
I'm a yankee doodle dandy!  A yankee doodle do or die!
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam,
Born on the fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart
She's my Yankee Doodle joy
Yankee Doodle came to London, just to ride the ponies
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy

and

Yankee doodle went to town riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni

Yankee doodle keep it up Yankee doodle dandy!
Mind the music and the step
and with the girls be handy

Enjoy the night, enjoy the sights, enjoy the sounds, enjoy your space and those within it.

Friday

Donald John Trump is a traitor to the United States of America. 
Russia attacked our elections and is continuing to do so.
Donald John Trump jokes around with Putin about meddling in our elections.

Meanwhile no one does anything about it.  This is where we are at.

Also, on a much, much better note--this popped in my this morning:

Ancestry
It seemed harmless.  A slip of the tongue, little swab, little jar, paid postage.  Everybody was doing it. Swedes, Germans, Africans, Scots, Portuguese, all looking for that little nugget of gold.  I wanted to do it so bad.  Ever since I heard of it.  I wanted to know.  I was trying to find the origins of man and I was a part of that story.  Every time I stared at that little oasis on the side of the road.  You know, that overgrown desolate space where no one lives, no one ever goes?  That stare of eternity like you are looking into an infinity mirror?  That telescopic stare that zooms into the essence of the place and you live there for a brief moment or you see a red winged black bird and you follow it and live with it.  You don't do that?

to be continued.

We need to march

The United States has concentration camps.
The US Secy of State is in a doomsday cult.
Thoughts change this body
Bodies change
We should be here to help each other
What else is there?
Life?

https://www.insider.com/story-behind-viral-photo-of-rosaries-taken-from-migrants-at-us-border-2018-6

Summer soulstice

Hell yeah, mammatus morning on summer solstice
Feeling...what is the feeling you get when you feel like
you said too much to people who you don't need to say
anything to?  Guilt?  Shame? Regret?
I'm not holding on to this shit on the longest day of the year.
lighten that soul, woman
maybe Goethe's bone is the key
we shall see
heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee
heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee
I want to crawl in my high plains drifter
and drift
visualize vibrating dragonfly wings
or stare out the window and be hypnotized by the
blowing storm
watch the trees
the wind has its way with the flag

Sunday spirit