It’s Like This, Honey

Inspired by the SFC Prompt: Tholos Dreaming

My favorite wild animal is the Wolf- my second isn’t an animal its an insect.

It’s the Bee.

Like Wolves, Bees are important to our environment and where they have been eradicated or hunted down or poisoned the environment fails. 

Maybe my love for these animals stems from their underdog status.

Or maybe when I see them I remember how fragile our connections to each other and our world is and it breaks my heart- but not in a bad way.

Photo A.M. Moscoso Christmas 2021

 

The bee was originally the symbol of an early Anatolian goddess who the Greeks later identified with their goddess, Artemis; so close was the connection that the priestesses of the goddess were called “honey bees.”

Merry Caturday!

I found the puurrrfect cat to celebrate for today’s Caturday.

Jólakötturinn, or the  ‘Yule Cat’  stalks the nighttime winter wonderland in search of his prey. My cats stalk their prey late at night and in the snow too, but they lack the Yule Cat’s focus.

The difference between my little angels and this less then jolly Christmas spirit is that Jólakötturinn is as big as a house  and  feasts strictly on the poor souls who do not get new clothes for Christmas.

My cats eat anything that comes out of tin and they were really fond of those crunchies shaped like fish that turned their teeth red. They didn’t care what kind of clothes you wore as long as you could work a can opener. However, in  a pinch they’ll sleep on your face and laugh the way cats laugh when you trip and fall so they are not without their dark side.

So for today’s Caturday let’s celebrate Jólakötturinn, but it’s probably a good idea to wear a new sweater or something when you do.

PS if you want to know how to pronounce Jólakötturinn go HERE

 

Flashback To a Team Player Fail

For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, this is what I wrote- or didn’t write- on November 11, 2021.

It’s called, ” Team Player Fail “

In case you’re curious- this is a true story.

Last night

that little voice in my head that says

” hey Anita, I’ve got a great idea for a story “

was noisier then usual,  so I took a few notes and then I watched

” Mrs Brown’s Halloween Special “

 

After the show was over that little voice said,

 ” that word salad you scratched on that notepad that smells like Pizza

DOES NOT COUNT AS WRITING “

That is so true.

 

So I put my pizza scented lines on my blog and hit the draft key.

” Oh no. Oh no you did not just send my great idea to the draft file!”  I heard the  little

voice say.

 

I did. That’s exactly what I did.  Then I watched my beloved 1970’s Sci-Fi Show ” UFO”

 

The little voice raged.

” Are you really seeing this? There is NO science happening in this so called Science

Fiction  show.”

I told the voice in my head, ” It has flying saucers. “

 

” I gave you a great idea for a story- turn the  TV off. “

In response I watched two episodes of UFO instead of one and then

I went to bed.

 

I was asleep for a few hours when I had a nightmare.

It was one of those nightmares where you think you’re awake and safe but

of course you’re not. To make it worse when I really did wake up I had a visit from my

old friend Sleep Paralysis and I couldn’t open my eyes or shout myself awake.

I had to lay there until my brain and my body caught up with each other and I could

open my eyes and sit up.

 

But before I  ” hit the surface ”  I heard that little voice say:

” So. Now that you’re awake- what do you think? Feeling up to a little writing now? Or

are you going to go back to sleep? “

It laughed.

I laughed.

And then we did a little writing.

Goya – Phantasmal Vision – ca.1801

Sleep paralysis has been found to affect just under eight percent of the general population. In addition to being awake but unable to move, common symptoms of sleep paralysis include: Visions, such as seeing a person or demon-like figure in the room. Feeling unable to breathe, or being suffocated-definition from the article HERE

Little Windows

Let’s look in on a friend :

Moonlit Victorian Street Scene Near London Bridge
Artist Unknown