Call upon the guardians Of the Crossroads. Elegua, Papa Legba, Oya. Call upon the trickster.
Oct. 2, 2018 Waning half moon. Black moon conjunct Mars. This is the Reckoning. Last weekend, on the Equinox I was WILD. I knew my self, to be a vessel between heaven and earth, with a huge heart extending through my hands. But in the back of my mind I feared so much light. I…
A preying mantis danced for me today. “A baby preying mantis! “ my kids exclaimed. Not even an inch big and green as can be. It appeared walking up my calf but stopped on my knee
Manuel, I’ve taken your advice, a habit perhaps is developing and as Octavia Butler said, “habit is more dependable than inspiration.”
Beer, not rum. No sage, no candles. The sacred space is in my heart and in my head tonight. Not in the room. I don’t even have the gourd. Housemate walks in door with the days news….and I’m led to ask, What has emboldened the bigots!?
Just as I start to make progress as a metalsmith, consistent daily action, just as I begin my mythologist IDAES project. Now I must return to teaching. I am grateful for the developing habits. I am developing. They are healing, with their embodiment I am whole and healing.
Libations offered; and I’m gonna scry into this gourd. Let my mind be in my body. Will that help me to be present? In my green California fleece pajama pants and my yellow cotton sweater. I am a dandelion. I am the lion’s teeth.