Friday night began the first of the three day cycle of what is known by the Anglo-Saxon’s as the Hunter’s Moon. Now I’m against hunting for sport, trophy hunting, it’s cowardly, and a poor substitute for natural testosterone. If you need to, take the pill. But if hunting is the only way a carnivore can feed its family, I won’t judge. Do what you need to do for your family to survive. Always. But take only what you need. If you cannot end it with one shot, don’t pull the trigger. Those creatures all have feelings and family. They feel fear and pain, just like you and yours. At the very least, they deserve a Tony Soprano exit.
I’ll stick with being a vegetarian. I won’t harm another sentient creature, unless they mean to harm me. And that’s on them.
The Celts called this moon the Seed Fall Moon. Wise Celts.
Whatever name you choose, it’s a beautiful moon, and lights up the property at night just as things around here start to get cold. Ice on the troughs and birdbath. Time to drop in the trough heaters.
Tonight will be the apex, and I understand there will be a partial eclipse. Not sure if my area gets to see it, but I’ll keep my eye out. Like God, I know its out there.
Given that a lot of Halloween celebrations will take place over the weekend, there is nothing better than a full moon to set the mood.
I, of course, have my intention candles lit, hoping that the thinned out veil brings lots of help from the other side. The one below is for my newest Great Nephew, Grayson Sacca, who got the solo spot on night one. A Scorpio’s blessing.
I’ll add others tonight, for the apex. There’s plenty of room for the right intentions.
And I have plenty of intentions. All of them good.
But you know what they say, the road to hell is paved with them. I shouldn’t have a problem finding my way.
My one intention for today is to get my chores done. A week of fruit/veggie prep, and it seems that one of my new barn heaters is acting up, so I may need to replace it before the real cold arrives. There’s rumors of snow. Hate snow.
Lot’s of shit to collect and move by wheelbarrow to Hadrian’s Wall out back. Hay bags to fill. Top off the troughs and then clear and roll the hoses. Another day at Green Acres for this lawyer.
I used to think Oliver was nuts. Spaghetti too. But I get it now.
First, a kitty cuddle and my rounds. I need to double check the heater in the cat bunker.
Then Lisa and I will hit Grandpa’s Café for breakfast.
The chores will keep an extra hour.
Hope you fine, five readers have something fun planned to celebrate Halloween this weekend.
Get out in front of it. Dream big.
Weekday Halloweens are a bit of a rip off.
But whatever we have on our respective agendas, let’s make today a great one.
