Judging by the legions of friends posting of their undying affection for the tenth month in their Facebook status updates today, apparently I am not alone in my rapture and exaltation at the arrival of October, the most magnificent month of them all.

With October comes the beginning of the cold, the grey, the wind, the mysteries, the spirits, the shadows, the spectres…the dark. This is the time of year when we latch the shutters and light the fires. It is the time when we turn inward, dig deep, re-evaluate our lives, and celebrate the lives of those who have preceded us into history.

For me, it is a month to honor my feminine ancestors and to acknowledge all that has been passed to me and through me. A lot of ballsy broads had to risk an AWFUL LOT all so that I might live deliberately, fully, and with no fear…in complete control of my own destiny and free from the subjugation of ANY MAN. This is the time of year when I light candles to those women, thank them with all my heart, and promise them that I, too, will be mindful and vigilant of the young women and girls who will come after me. This time of year I like to rededicate myself to the feminine moon who is always there to light my way through the dark, should I ever call upon her to do so.

But, come every October, most importantly of all (well, according to an adorable, scratchy-voiced three year old Baby Goat, anyway), “I LIKE TO KEEP IT REAL SPOOKY.”

So, kill the lights, bitches — and BRING ON THE DARKNESS.

About muffybolding

Muffy Bolding is a mother/writer/actor/knitter/feminist/withered debutante who likes the smell of asparagus pee, and remains obsessed with the bathroom hygiene of her three children -- despite the fact that they are 23, 19, and 16. She is blissfully married to a cute Jewish boy who looks like Willie Wonka, but remains tragically in love with the dead poet, Ted Hughes. She has the mouth of a Teamster, and her patron saint is Rocco (pestilence relief.) Ms. Bolding lives in Southern California, where she enjoys typing words, making movies, and plucking the rings from the fingers of the dead. She was the co-creator and Editor-in-Chief of the award winning satire zine, Fresno Lampoon, and in between writing screenplays, carnival barking, and savagely threatening her trio of darling larvae with a wooden spoon, she currently publishes the zine, "Withered Debutante." More of her work can also be found in the anthology, "Mamaphonic: Balancing Motherhood and Other Creative Acts", the compilation zine, "Mamaphiles III: Coming Home", as well as in The Cortland Review and hipmama.com. She is currently writing and producing for film and television, and working on a book of essays entitled, "Inside A Chinese Dragon." She has slept around, but not nearly as much as she would have liked.
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3 Responses to october

  1. Bridget says:

    The Wrath of taking the innocent souls of children down to hell with you is unforgiveable. Go To Hell Muffy Bolding!

  2. Miss Bridgie, Hmmm…I think they are just performing a song from the soundtrack of the film "The Omen", sugar, a film that is actually a cautionary tale about why one should NOT get involved with Ol' Scratch — though I suppose they could all be debaucherous little bastards, as well…though I highly doubt it. They all look too…angelic…standing there spouting out their Latin. At any rate, it's good and spooky and that was my point in posting it in the first place. Happy Halloween!

  3. Bridget says:

    Miss Muffy,Hmmmm…. they most certainly are performing a track from "The Omen"…which is creepy enough in itself…however, as I come from a country which does not recognise or celebrate Halloween…barring the few little kids who try and get dressed up as creepy as possible..(Usually as ghosts or vampires) in order to munch on a few sweets…. I never put the two together.. There are so many beautiful and positive things to sing about, why even waste the space on suggesting that Satan has any place in our lives. I suggest we leave Halloween to ghosts, pumpkins and loads of sweets, because it really does not deserve more recognition than that.

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