The Church Of The Batshit Crazy Is Back In Session

Happy Halloween for all of you who do that sort of thing. I did not even get a pumpkin yet. I guess it's getting a little late. Maybe they're really cheap today. I could check when we go in to get Owen.

So I did a quick walk around this morning, feeling crazy here and trying to bring myself back to some sort of sanity but it didn't really work.
I mean look- eggplants on October 31? And there are more on the bushes.

(Pack of cards to indicate size. Of course.)
And cucumbers are blooming?


And beans are making?


And tomatoes? Yes. Tomatoes.


I'm not complaining. It's all good. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with four eggplant. Mr. Moon doesn't even really like eggplant although he will eat it. Especially if there's cheese involved.

Something crazy happened in the hen house last night. I don't know what. But the garbage can where we keep the chicken scratch had its lid taken off and there were feathers everywhere. The chickens seemed fine. Here are four hens.



Shalayla is off wherever it is that she stays during the day but I saw her this morning and she has feathers growing back and looks fine.
Elvis's tail feathers are growing back.
I wonder when the ladies will start laying more regularly again.

The greens look good. Here are some collards:

And one of my sasanqua bushes is starting to bloom:

So that's normal.

Normal. What the hell is normal?

I'm not even going to go into how completely insane I feel today. You've heard it before. It comes. It goes. I surely did enjoy sleeping in my own bed last night on my old, worn sheets. The air coming in through the window was nice and chilly and my pillows felt heavenly against me.

I'm thinking about how it's going to feel when Owen sees me and holds his arms out for me. I'm thinking about that. I'm thinking I need to put my shoes on and maybe go for a little walk. I'm trying real hard not to think about what that demon who lives in my heart keeps telling me- that I am a worthless human being who is destined to suffer.

I think that demon looks like a hickory horned devil caterpillar.


I wish I could crush him beneath my heel.
But then I remember that when it metamorphises, it looks like this:

So I suppose it's best to leave it be.

I wonder if Owen can say "Grandmother" yet. Probably not.

I wonder if he'll like the baby doll I bought him. I think he will.



And the chicken book. And the little blue thermal undershirt.
I'm thinking about how much I love my new linen napkins I bought. I washed them all last night and folded them up. A whole stack of white ones, some red, blue, and green ones.

I'm thinking about how everything is unpacked and almost back to normal.

Whatever normal is.

Happy Halloween from the Church of the Batshit Crazy. Our sermon has been canceled today due to a demon. If there HAD been a sermon, it probably would have been about the usual stuff. Light and love and water and dirt and chicken poop and the Holy Womb, the Holy Babies, the Miracle of Hands, etc.

You've heard it all before. The normal stuff.

No need to pat your pocket to see if you have money for the offering. We don't do that here.
But the pastor could use a hug if you see fit to give one on your way out.

Here I am. Arms open.
We're singing the Doxology now.

Praise Light from which all blessings flow. Praise Love all creatures here below. Praise Eggs above ye heavenly host. Praise Father Mother and buttered toast.

Ahhhmen.