Autumn Equinox 2017 in Northern Hemisphere will be at 1:02 PM
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Friday, September 22, 2017
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Click The Picture above for some Yummy Pumpkin Recipes- they’re not apple related but I don’t have any cool pictures of food that I’ve taken myself.
Fall With The Ones You Love
4. Fall is only ‘fall’ to Americans, even though the term was coined in Britain
What do you call the picking of ripe sweet potatoes, squash and pumpkins? Harvest. That was the word used until the 1300s to describe the next few months of weather. Because “harvest” also meant the gathering of ripe crops, when the word “autumn” showed up in English writing its popularity soared.
Some time after, poets coined the phrase “the fall of leaves” — shortened to “fall” in the 1600s. The word “autumn” still remained popular throughout England’s period of colonizing the world. The lack of consistent communication between the English and the people in the American colonies led to differences
Today I embark on a Curious Adventure Before Halloween
Photo A.M. Moscoso
If Madness is place we can travel too and it’s ruled by Gods, I have to wonder:
Do they demand you put nothing above them, not even sanity? Can you question it? Can you wonder about it and above all what sacrifices do the Gods of Madness want?
The invitation came by way of post-and it was delivered to my Mailbox- my real mailbox that exists in the real world.
It was not an EVITE or a FB invite. I almost didn’t know what to do with it. Oh yes.
You slide a knife into the paper and tape and open it.
Funny, the things that slide away from you when you ignore them.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
My invitation turned out to be a book.
I opened the book and saw it was hallow- it was book safe.
But what did it hide?
It’s just a silly game I told myself as I went over the things that had spilled out of the package in front of me as I sat at my table.
It’s just a silly game that came through the mail. I sat at my table and laughed.
Oh what the hell, I thought. I’ll play along.
I’m a writer this will be fun.
So I opened the door ( invitation )and stepped through and hours later after I had read newspaper clippings and spent all of that time with silver obelisk that had fallen out of the package along with other curious bits and pieces,when I I realized the lights were all off and I was sitting in the dark-
The fires are burning in Central Washington but as anyone in the Seattle area will be glad to tell you, the air is full of ash and it’s all over the cars ( hey it’s also in our lungs but it’s all about priorities I guess ).
My dog, Hamish Macbeth, made no effort to ask to go out this morning(!) and when we did get out he spent most of his time asking to walk under trees and next to bushes and if he had to jump up a four foot wall to get near them, he did.
He didn’t want to be out in the open and he made that very clear to me.
I didn’t get why he was acting a bit strange because it was dark and I couldn’t see how much smoke and ash was in the air.
Because I followed Hamish Macbeth, I didn’t smell the smoke and we were covered by trees for most of our walk so for awhile I got to avoid the ash.
Lesson here is: listen to your dog when they insist on something.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
When the Sun came up, we could see the Sun and the sky was/still is a weird orange color.
P:hoto: View from King Street Station- Seattle, WA Photo A.M. Moscoso
Four days ago it seemed like Halloween was light years away and every once and awhile the Universe would mock me and a little ping would show up on my radar.
You know, something pumpkin or ghost related would turn up on a shop shelf, or I’d come across a Halloween themed music CD in my collection.
But of course that moment would be gone- the decoration was old and shopworn and probably made it out of the stockroom on accident and the CD would get put back in with the rest of the CD’s that I listen to in the Fall and I’d go back to listening to Robert Johnson or Tom Waits ( who can keep my Macabre self happy year round).
“I hate Summer, ” I’d pout and eventually I’d work my way into a rage of sorts.
“Halloween is never going to get here, never!” I’d scream into my Summer filled world that was full of flip flops, tanned sweaty skin and cold refreshing drinks.
And then a few days ago I was dating my Manifest and Transfers at work. I looked at the date. I checked the calander on my phone, I checked it on my computer and then I went into full Scrooge Mode:
” I don’t know what to do! I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to every-body! A happy New Year to all the world! Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo!”
– A Christmas Carol
Go ahead and substitute Halloween, but you get the picture.
It was September 1st and my Jack O Lantern, Halloween was 60 days away and on top of it we get a Friday the 13 in October which like a reward for having to suffer through the rest of the unfun seasonal days I have to suffer through to get to Autumn and Winter.
I wanted to pull out my Halloween Decorations, I wanted to take out my Halloween Music I want to jump into the black sky of Fall Nights and swim until I can’t swim and I drown in an ocean of cold winter stars with only the Harvest Moon for company.
Of course I pull myself up short because somethings are meant to be savored and Halloween and the long dark winter nights that will follow it are meant to be savored.
I’ve traveled a long way to get here-
Now it’s time to enjoy myself, to celebrate, to join the shadows that will be here soon.
