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If you’re out protesting today, be safe! Drink water and wear sunscreen, turn off biometric security on your phone, and have an outside protest contact.

If you can’t be out today for whatever reason, consider being an outside protest contact!

Love y’all!

#eldritch blogs #surviving 47

Only on Tumblr could you be called a bitch and a class traitor for suggesting that you and bus drivers should be equally treated as people.

#eldritch blogs #do note that I was arguing in favor of the bus driver being a person #not treating them as “not giving you your due #when they don’t hold up traffic to stop the bus for you if you’re late

Spouse gave me a little extra time today, so I was able to thank the land spirits and refresh the bird seed and water. I'm behind on seasonal work, but it is what it is right now.

#secular witchcraft #land wardenship #eldritch blogs

Where I Live, October:

Smells Like…woodsmoke. It’s finally cool enough that people are daring to light tiny woodfires. Every so often I catch a whiff of smoke, and at first I jump - October is fire season here - but it’s been so mild that I can relax and enjoy how smoke is a sign of the heat finally breaking and a year ending with a sigh instead of a scream.

Feels Like…contrasts. The mornings are cold and the nights make me shiver and get out the spare blanket. Mist hits my cheeks each morning and I greet the return of the Sea Fog with joy. But by noon, the sun is bright and intense, and it’s time to set aside the cozy sweater and drink cool drinks in the shade.

Sounds Like…yells of hello! By halfway through the semester, the students know us and sometimes I’m walking down the class and hear, “DR BOOP!” and see someone waving from across the building. I wave and smile and tell them I’ll see them in class next. I call them by name now, and the chatter of middle-semester outreach events warms my heart as I send more of them to helpful friends, old and new.

Tastes Like…Apples and spice. My boss visits home every October and brings back interesting apples - black-skinned ones that look like plums and some so sweet that they must be syrup. I start putting cinnamon and nutmeg into my coffee syrup and the drinks switch from cold to cozy warm.

Looks Like…the beginning of the harvest festivals. There are kids in costumes everywhere, spiders in every yard and skeletons taking over the neighborhood. The pumpkin patches come to life - fields of pretty orange globes I can see even from the roadway. Ofrendas pop up in hallways and marigolds are everywhere to honor the departed. (I wait until the end of the month this time so I could better feel the month! Tag by @pagan-stitches)

#bioregional animism #land wardenship #eldritch blogs #secular witchery

Took ONE DAY OFF. First since September.

It was glorious, I slept and generally relaxed, ran a few critical errands in a gentle manner.

And got pestered deeply buy a bunch of staff who don’t read out of offices and think calling twice and texting about non-urgent issues is a good response to “no”.

#yes this is a work post #eldritch blogs #I swear I’m not always this cranky but DEAR LORD

Today I go home, have some chocolate, and wish I drank.

#eldritch blogs #work was not okay today

Where I live, September…

Sounds like students by day and owls by night. The chatter of students after class, in their units on weekends, and their little shrieks of joy is the soundtrack of the month. The owls have begun to duet at night, not just juvenile screams as they ask Mom why she won't bring them dinner any more. Thunder rumbles across the mountains and brings the relief of rain and the patter outside the window.

Tastes like fresh fruit. Pears scrumped from a somewhat haunted orchard that drip with juice down your wrist and taste like the entire summer was bottled in their flesh. End of year strawberries that take the Platonic essence of the fruit - sweet, tart, berry - and condense it into a single perfect bite.

Feels like crisp cool mornings, the edges rimmed in fog and the kiss of mist on the skin. Crisp, chilly nights that belie the warmth of the day and tell you that the burn of summer will finally come to an end. Like the last bits of the garden that struggled through the year but still manage to produce the tiniest harvest despite the sticky honeydew of the aphid infection that devastated the indoor garden.

Looks like golden hour on the way home from work. The feeling that the days are getting shorter and that it's a relief to wake up in the pre-dawn and wind down in the twilight instead of the go-go-go of the summer.

Smells like petrichor. The first rain came this month after a dry summer and year. The smell of earth that can finally relax after the longest year with the least rain. The promise that the storms might just keep rolling through and give us the tiniest relief from drought.