Many years ago, the spirit of a Congolese man gifted to me the drinking gourd of his Espiritismo, and directed me to stay up late at night and write.

Many years ago, a teacher encouraged me to follow in the footsteps of the Prophet and take the night journey.

Many years ago, I was a PhD student with two infant sons, and I did not act on this advice.

Now, on some nights, I make sacred space, pour rum into a crossroads incised cup and let ink flow across paper. Here, I share these words with the world, poured forth from Manuel’s Gourd.

The Reckoning; part 1

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 knew it was only hiding the darkness. more

Night Journey #23 - Preying Mantis Medicine

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 more

Night Journey #22 - the Death Throes of Domination

Manuel, I’ve taken your advice, a habit perhaps is developing and as Octavia Butler said, “habit is more dependable than inspiration.” more

Night Journey #21 - the Emboldening of the Bigots

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!? more

Night Journey #20 - In Between Fire and Flood

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. more

Night Journey #18 - Dandelion, the Man

Libations offered; and I'm gonna scry into this gourd.


nj1-1Let 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. more

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