I’m packing today for my final camp out of 2020 – under Octobers waning Blue Moon.
My mind blown that it is still dry enough to pitch a tent in these otherwise wet woods. I’m practically giddy as I fold the wool blanket, grab an extra tarp. Outside a blustery breeze stirs.
While the rest of my country hangs on the words of FOX, NPR, CNN, ABC I’ll be tuning in to the sky at dusk and the Spruce forest at dawn. Around the campfire I’ll sit with our Wild Mother and remind her we are in this together, I’m her advocate. Together we will send smoke signals and silent prays into the west wind. One little ripple from the Quiet, Dark, Wild – that the people of the planet come together, for her, (which means) for us. Once upon a Blue Moon.
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