On the Wolf Moon
It’s a Wolf Moon out there! The dogs are all crazy: our dog, neighbours’ dogs! All dogs! Our dog is barking and is irratic. The neighbours are too and their dogs are running amok, looking for something, not quite sure what.
It’s the cold and the aforementioned Wolf Moon and also the Halloween season: the spirits are closer. That’s what the dogs feel without necessarily knowing that that’s what it is; they smell the death or the faint smell of the dead like a vague compost musk, sense the rustle of leaves as they (the dead) pass through or are near the dogs. They (the dead) are spectral and thus cannot materialise (fully).
The humans mostly do not notice all of what is going on with the ghosts, but I am observant moreover am sensitive to the spiritual realm as I think I’ve got some attunement to the moon; it’s the high tide rising and I think it’s a feminine element, the moon, and that explains a lot.
A lot.
Furthermore I do enjoy (the mundane pleasures of life) watching for the fifth or sixth time the Gilmore Girls. It’s ’an autumn activity and even though Lane, her mum “Miss Kim” and her (Lane’s) band “Hep Alien” have a substantial chunk of the time on this show, the series is a true masterpiece even so.