Wow! Sheesh! You guys are blowing up my blog! I love this! My numbers of readers towards the final days of my Hallo-blog, including yesterday's final she-bang were astronomical. Thank you so much for all the support and dedication. I just want to make everyone feel good for a at least a couple minutes a day. You do the same for me. Thanks for hanging in with my manic drug fueled posts while I ride out this steroid high. I didn't sleep a wink last night. I felt like I was floating a few feet off the bed and then when I could no longer tolerate awaking constantly I moved to the couch and had surreal and jarring dreams. My filled out and ready to drop of ballot crying loudly to me from my backpack purse (have you seen my purse? I'm a child and this 70th anniversary Cinderella loungefly mini backpack has been my daily accessory and companion since September. I gotta tell yeah, I have a style all my own. The scissors shaped zipper pull and measuring tape are part of my daily crafting tools and used for shipping out my etsy orders.) (and Dear Santa, pulleeeze this one in time for new years celebrations hint hint. sorry for the wish list spam. It's gonna happen from time to time. Just gotta put my intentions out there!)
What a tangent. and no this November intentions post is not about my materialistic Christmas Wishlist. (I love, love, LOVE to give and get gifts. Brings me immense joy though.) This was supposed to be a continuation of yesterday's post talking about the rest of our Halloween party fixins. but now I have even more to tell you about! We pulled of a spectacular Dia de Muertos dinner last night. It was just Eddie and I. and the ghosts of our loved ones. How did we pull that off? Well, I'll tell yeah.
We made an alter at the head of our table with a black veiled chair and black taper candles. We had treasures that represent our loved ones who have passed on. We had Peanut cremains, feathers and whiskers from past and present furry and feathered friends, photos, papers with names written on them, my Grandfather's flag, Eddie's grandfather's American Legion hat, a beloved family keepsake or 2, some crystals given to me by a dear friend before she passed unexpectedly last January. Some people couldn't be represented so that's when I simply wrote their name. Some were there in spirit regardless if they were invited or not. It's not up to us. We were welcoming all of the love and positive energy from anyone who wanted to feast with us. We had phones and television silence. No music. Real flickering flames. We poured red wine into a glass at the head of the table and also had a bowl with natural food product waste to pour back into Mother Earth to thank her for our blessings. (I made a special instagram stories reel to flip through if you wanna see the set up and what we made for dinner)
Eddie made a an absolutely fabulous seared tuna over salad dish topped with pine nuts. Together we carved out medium sized sugar pumpkins and seared the inside by baking them in the oven upside down on a baking sheet. After they were seared and sealed on the inside we poured more of Eddie's homemade butternut squash soup inside and topped that with pumpkin seeds and other seasonings. It was so delicious and the watch the instagram highlights reel to see the pumpkin bowls in action! So cute you guys! I've spoken before about how important I think it is to explore other cultures and traditions to freshen up the way we celebrate life and all the crazy that's involved. Down in my heart, I have the faith and fire of a traditional Christian, but I also believe with my whole heart that God wants us to embrace life and make the best out of it. If that means celebrating with other's from different faiths then I think that's even better. I love to break bread and honor all the ways the people of this world chose to place their energy. Make it personal. Make it important. Put in hard work and do things for yourselves and others.
What you won't see in my highlight reel is our wizarding walk of intentions last night after dinner. Don't laugh, but Eddie and I have his and her's matching velvet hooded cloaks. We bundled up after dinner to take out the offerings to the earth pour the wine. We walked the neighborhood and through a winding tree lined path using only the light of a flickering (battery operated) candle. We walked quietly and quickly and thinking deep and hard under our hard breathing and loud wind rushing passed our ears. At first we made small talk as we warmed up but then Eddie reminded me we have goals to discuss. So we set about discussing our November and December goals and intentions for ourselves and for others. What do those goals look like? What are we willing to sacrifice? and maybe its the extra steroids but I was anxiously discussing how we will alter these goals if the pandemic puts us in another lockdown. How will be balance our love of celebrating life with our budgeting and finances? How will eating mindfully through the holidays look? My overall goals usually start with taking the best possible care I can of Eddie and myself. Make sure we eat right and keep exercising. Making sure we have a passionate and health love and sex life. Making sure we devote time and energy to our family and friends. Professional goals and what those look like. These are hard and stressful things to talk about. but somehow walking in the night like two secret squirrel hooded figures, carrying candles and walking with intention made it easier to talk through and also somehow more important than a simple discussion over a rushed dinner or exhausted and pondering deep shit while we slowly fall asleep on the couch. Get those tough topics on the table people! Put them out there! What are you scared of? Tell your loved ones! Ask them what scares them? Listen and sympathize and then tell them how you think you can quell those fears together. Plan and make lists and plan some more. This is no time to go blindly. and when you have no energy to plan, go slowly and thoughtfully through your day as best as you can.
We did more of what I call "the hard work" last night. The hard work that no one see's but one must do to be a thoughtful and educated person in society. We sat down with our ballots and another glass, or 2, of wine and went through each section together. With our laptops out and notes from we've made, we filled them out completely and carefully read the directions and took out our hard earned "I Voted" sticker before re-sealing for it's grand send off. Momma and Papa ballot were tucked away in my backpack purse to procreate more democracy love babies as we slept. Or tried to. I have the steroid insomnia. and today during our lunch break we walked our ballots to the drop off box and I commemorated by filming an insta story. Eddie played a joke on me and it was funny as hell.
Welp...my computer hath crashed and I may have to publish this guy without tags but I'll go back and edit them in I suppose. Please join me back here tomorrow for a special giveaway open to any United States voters!
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