Latest Lunacy

All change is good.

There’s an astrological term, “Full Moons are released.”  It refers to the idea that the period of a full moon is a time for emotional release. You let go of whatever no longer serves you. A full moon provides clarity and insights into what holds you back from progressing.

The Hunter Moon that occured this past week during the 6th through 8th was the first Supermoon of the year, appearing 14% larger and 30% brighter than usual. It was the closest moon to the recent Autumn Equinox, and is the first of three consecutive supermoons (October, November, December) to close out the year.

Now I like to soak up the energy of every lunar cycle by nocturnal barefoot grounding under The Old Man out on the front property. I do it before I go to bed and a few hours later when the dogs wake me up.

The beauty of the timing of the nocturnal experience is that there is never any human around to witness the event. Just me, Gaia, The Old Man, the Beagle Brothers and the astrological forces above.

Eccentricity at its finest. It’s meditative and spiritual. Placebo effect or not, I feel energized by the experience. Clears my head. Calms me. Centers me.

The mild Autumn weather Tuesday/Wednesday at the Apex of the Supermoon was gentle enough to complete the latest nocturnal ritual skyclad. Figured I’d take the bare assed chance before NoCo became shrinkage cold. Reminded me of my streaker days from the 70s. Only back then I was more fun to look at and just another moving part among a boistrous crowd. Think the opening credits of Chariots of Fire starring a bunch of drunk teen BICs. I may have mentioned something about the experience in Finding Jimmy Moran (which, we must all remember, is totally fiction).

This particular week has been a bit more stressful than usual. Lisa was driving on Monday and her car was hit on the passenger side by another driver’s vehicle. Luckily, no one was injured. Fun times marshalling the relevant information and getting everything filed with the Insurance Company. But fingers crossed, Lisa’s Acura is with a reputable collision repair shop and we luckily still have my car (the Toyota from TWA) in an area where you really need a car.

Yesterday afternoon, I ended my last professional legal relationship. This particular collaboration, the fourth over my four plus decades of challenging legal practice, had been conveniently chugging along since 2007. However, the relationship had been degrading over this past year. Things were finally said that cannot be unsaid. But I still love him and I wish him the best of luck, as he really is a talented bastard. We had an amazing run and took on all comers. I’ll always be proud of the work we did and the results we accomplished at the peak of the entertainment litigation profession. But it is time for this magus to go. Full moon released.

And that’s okay, I’m turning 69 next month. Time for this poster boy Scorpio to completely transition from Lawyer-Writer to just Writer. The last of the Baby-Boomers all know we are on borrowed time, so we mustn’t squander it. I swore forty years ago that I would not die at my legal desk. Promises made, promises kept.

Time to manifest that Movie Deal for The Claire Saga. Time to write that next novel.

But this weekend will be a time to clear my head. Luckily, I have a Spa Day with Anna scheduled for tomorrow and Jason the Farrier comes by Sunday for Claire and Honey’s Mani-Pedi Day, plus all of the other chores I can do fully garbed around Casa Claire every weekend.

Well, you fine, five readers get out there and skive your way through this Friday. In one door to make sure everyone sees you and then duck out the other to begin this magical weekend. No one ever went to their deathbed uttering the phrase “if only I had worked one more day.”

And no matter what else we get up to, let us make today a great one.