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Happy Autumn Equinox! Welcome back darkness!  So long, hot summer!  Cave-dwellers and freckular people rejoice!

It's been a great week over here at Wildbeings.  So glad to see summer on the way out.  We got the big fox to what I'm going to say was the stage manager at Trombone Shorty.  I got a small coyote to John Fullbright-- who opened for Shovels and Rope.  And I got a luna moth-girl on the stage during Shovels and Rope.  Well, not me, but somebody did.

I'm not here to do music reviews.  I'm not qualified.  I don't even play an instrument (5 chords on the ukulele...).  But Shovels and Rope... woah.  One of the best shows I've seen in a while.  I was so impressed by the musical love language that these two performers seemed to share and speak.  And it's not like either of them have super beautiful voices.  But they sound so... moving.  Amazing, really.

Moths are amazing, too.  Much like the butterfly, but from the flip side, the dark side.  Butterflies are beautiful, sunny and light, colorful, fluttery.  We all love butterflies.  And there is no doubt that moths are beautiful, too.  But entities that thrive in darkness always make people nervous.  It's our weird Christian/ Puritan sensibilities.  The forests are dangerous, dark, deep and filled with lurking creatures, danger, witches and whatnot.  But here's what I think: It's a perfect animal for the equinox.  They are a reminder that darkness is on it's way.  Moth people use shadow and darkness to confuse enemies, to dazzle and distract.  They know how and when to disappear.  They have the ability to use illusion.  But most importantly:  moths can always find their way to the light.  They remind us that there is hope.  Always.  Sometimes we have to look beyond our preconceptions.

Foxes and coyotes are playful trickster types.  I write about them a lot.  Or I mean to.  Clever.  Smart.  I mean, this whole project is kind of coyote-fox spirited.  These animals, both, tell us to look for balance between work and play.  And to love and make good use of the inbetween times: the foggy mornings and dusk times.  The waiting periods.  Foxes and coyotes teach us to follow our hearts, but to take our brains with us-- be playful, but stay on the light side.  Because mostly, these spirits are clever to a point of magically manipulative, which can go dark, man.

Happy Equinox, Mabon, Day of Balance!  Love to all the Spirit People!
 

   

Fox to be continued

Trombone Shorty was a really good time.  Tailgating out front I met somebody whose cousin was in the band.  We talked about who might be a fox-- I happened to have a pretty big fox with me.  I don't remember who she suggested might be the fox.  But getting it up on stage was pretty easy, as I remember it.  Which I really don't.  I'm pretty sure somebody else did it.  It's all so overwhelming right there by the speaker and all the excitement and beer.  But this is what happened: go to Wildbeings on facebook.  You'll see.  Shovels and Rope tonight.  And I'll get to the fox stuff later.

flamingo, flamingone

I spent at least a week carrying around the flamingo. It was kind of big and too heavy in my purse.  It had pointy legs.  It was cumbersome.  Everybody thinks they're a bear or a wolf or a hawk-- but flamingo spirits are harder to come by.

With a little detective work and maybe one too many beers, I think I found my flamingo spirit.  Luckily, this guy is a regular and predictable bar patron who had vocalized his flamingo-ness to other bar patrons-- so I was pointed in the right direction and it only took me two visits to find him.

Flamingos know how to stand out in a crowd.  Obviously.  Which is why, even though they're rare, they're not hard to find.  They are preening and emotional-- and they know the importance of color.  They get color from diet, so if the pink stuff isn't available they will fade to white.  The flamingo spirit should take in those things that nourish their heart and soul-- the stuff that intensifies their bright color-- and stay away from the things that make them fade.

Don't fade away, Flamingo guy!