Looking out my Backdoor: When the pot gets stirred

I’m not going into a lot of detail. There was a death, not unexpected, in the family who own this rancho. It’s a big family, a lot of history here. For the past few days, it’s felt like, humor me here, spirits wandering, a lot of back and forth, disconnected and disconcerted. I’m talking about a lot of restless spirits.

I’m sensitive to these things, to an extent. Aware, that’s all.

This morning I woke up angry, for no discernable reason and with no object for my anger. This after a couple nights of really strange, even for me, strange dreams, in one of which I chased a charging bear, which, l...