swindling into the night air



ceci holding zbook, open to 'howl'

 Dear Loves, Jennifer here,

I am so excited to be here with you tonight!!(or morning, or evening, etc.etc.etc.)! Let me tell you...

A) for One, I’ve had an upheaval of familial and personal schedules in the past weeks, all pieces, settling and jockeying and establishing into position, with major and minor adjustments still to come – auuuuuuuuahhh~!

B), second, I wanted to share my funny entrance into this September, 2010, ‘howl’ post...I prepped the computer space to write, then turned with thrill to envelope and open zbook actual to my right, and who should be rested with paw and ear upon lelibro, but Midnight, the cat. – this is a good story, but not one for this hour.
C), onward....

Here in house, I lay my loved ones down to sleep,

With Hearts on fire, I pray and wish all souls to keep,

If I should die before you wake, at Guard sits wind,

Thy soul to take.
                                                                         -J.G.

This spread be labeled “howl” in tribute to the once again fantabulous quotating of Chris in the morn’, from our favorite, NE. found vertical at the bind... “like Brother Nietche says: ‘Being human is a complicated gig, so give that ol’ dark night of the soul a hug, and howl the eternal yes.”

Often, I have howled, particularly into the night, releasing and inhaling great Breaths of Deep air. If I think on it, I may remember that the Fall and the Wind have often been recipient inspirers of these Calls to the Wild. One particular image of howl intoxication which jumps into mind was a post-highschool deepening of friendship, inside my car, down the street from JBHS; my sense is that there was crying just before the Conjuring of great howling Shout Beats, including bobbing heads and incredible building intensity... and the intention of it was howling, for sure!

"and through my breath I will impregnate you"

Tony, my husband, somehow or other offered me the space to howl in this morning, with fowl language and a vanishing act involved. I was telling Cec earlier today, I felt very peaceful, an eerie peaceful perhaps, a peacefulness nonetheless, afterwards and into the morning, and possibly into the afternoon (though by that time, I certainly couldn’t say if the morning howl,
which was not sex by the way,

 in case you all were thinking that...

anyhow, I could not say all subsequent peace was directly linked to the morning howl for sure).

I can’t put my finger on it, but today really rocked as far as the state I was holding with each group of adolescents I was involved with in various games and movement classes all day – I felt strong... perhaps the 8 hours of sleep the night before helped too, vs. the 4, 5 or 6 I’d been keeping. And, I had done quite a bit of reflection, and did I mention sleeping?, and speaking to others about struggles I engaged in days previous.

A final question and thought...
When you look at the moon, don’t you want to Howl?

Be well loves, Captain Gould

p.s.l. ahh yes, the story of ‘The Blizzard we Knew” continues it chaptering on this page as well...Ceci you devil, how dare you try to swindle me in public sight into revealing this story... uahhh, the shame of it! Hee hee!!!