The total solar eclipse was interesting to watch on tv (live and NOVA’s edited program later in the day that went into more detail about why scientists want to study the corona). We were in a partial zone (about 85% or so) but my family didn’t try to watch in person. In a secular sense, it was kinda fun, and I’d definitely consider trying to catch the next one.
For my People, it wasn’t quite as enjoyable. I must admit that I don’t know the specifics, but Fenrir, Angrboda, Hati, and Skoll all went through something. A Pack related altar for Them to recover and temporary changes to a playlist on Spotify for Their “time of mourning and self-destruction” lasted until the 25th. The exact details aren’t being shared at Their collective request, but I did wind up keeping some of the temporary songs in Their post-eclipse playlist.
The playlist has been a bit of a mix of Wolf mode and Pack influenced music from the beginning, but I definitely wouldn’t say this is a hard or final version. (While I may really associate a certain song with Someone, I also have to balance out any input They give, and sometimes They make it clear that They have input.) I haven’t tried sharing a link to a Spotify playlist before, but it should hopefully appear below.
A little blog maintenance: I’ve added a moon phase module that shows the current phase.
Lughnasadh posts have been trickling into my dash and feed for the past two weeks or so, but I wasn’t really feeling doing anything in particular. I wrote last year that I’m just off compatibility enough that Gaelic People don’t really stop by and I don’t see a point in forcing certain holidays. The Dublin Irish Festival mentioned last year isn’t as much of an option this year.
((Reminder that it’s here in Ohio. Dublin, OH is above Columbus which is itself an hour’s drive one way. As our capital and the closest big city, Columbus holds a special place in traffic torture for us. Add in how traffic can change with the Festival (parking) and Pelotonia happening this weekend, the last place we’d want to be is up there.))
Anyways, I didn’t have any sort of plan about doing anything for my Irish bio dead at the start of August. And then I ran into a pleasant surprise Wednesday evening, the 2nd, when my family turned on PBS to watch our usual 8 – 9 pm slot. There’s usually a documentary of some sort (we let ourselves be surprised by the topic each week), and this time it was the 2-hour long Ireland’s Wild Coast (link takes you to free video).
Sometimes, I just watch shows on tv a bit randomly, like, the trailer seemed interesting, or it’s on a channel I watch with my family already. We’d been seeing trailers for From the Ashes a documentary on Nat Geo that looks at America’s relationship to coal, so we went ahead and gave it a shot tonight (9 – 10:30 pm with no commercials).
I wasn’t expecting this weird ache to set in. On the one hand, I definitely support efforts to reduce carbon emissions and not fuck over our planet. On the other hand, I can feel this sense of sadness. My dad’s side is from coal country in PA, and coal was pretty much the only job source in that town. It sucks that small, often rural towns that lost their peak job source years ago feel like they’re getting the short end of the stick. It hurts that townspeople get stuck with the shitty side effects of pollution and water contamination. Mostly, I don’t want Appalachia to get fucked over by the transition to renewable energy (thanks, Appalachian Regional Commission).
So, instead of just sitting through an informative documentary, I got hit with some ancestor feels and reminded of how gray this issue can be.