Sea air

Posters are drooping lazily from my walls as the humidity rises and rises. Moist twilight out there. The cool stormy breeze feels wonderful in my bedroom. I am drinking herbal tea and burning incense and...what an ocean of bliss.

School has ended, yet that distant stress feeling still lingers feeble and light....Wait--shouldn't I be doing something? No. Nothing to do. Nowhere to be. Pure luxury.

One of the most interesting classes I took this year was "Folklore and the Internet". We went deep into the world of seedy chatrooms, strange obscure websites, urban myths, faery tales...a cacophony of all that is good and odd. It was a strange class--on Thursday evenings. I would bring tea with me and sit mostly quiet. I drew the following things in my "note"book.

Little caterpillar baby most probably inspired by my friend/boss Laurie. http://www.laurieeisenhardt.com/

That dog ate the baby.

I like to dissipate my inhibitions and act like a little kid sometimes. Like, in the context of painting or making a huge mess and not caring or eating candy crazily with a friend or wearing lots of pink glitter--which I have/do.
More and more I feel the instantaneous quality of existance here and feel like a little child, an old person, a teenager, and myself all right now at the same time. Right meow.

I watched this great interview with CocoRosie. They talked about their song "God Has a Voice, She Speaks Through Me." They talked about how religion has damaged so many people and groups of people. They have used this song and their most recent album as a landscape for people to re-invent their own religion; their own personal connection with god/spirit/nature/divine/light.

I talk about them alot because they are pure validation to myself and many close friends.

My lack of school has given me opportunity to read (at last!)

Current books are:

"The rediscovery of psychedelics in the late twentieth century caused shockwaves because the modern psyche had been cut off from the direct access to revelation formerly possessed by the shaman and the seer."

"Trust your divinity, trust your brain, trust your companions."

This is a book about a woman (Ina May Gaskin) and several other midwives who helped women deliver babies on The Farm (a commune in the late 60's and early 70's) This book contains amazing stories about women giving birth, beautiful photographs, and medical diagrams/advice. Ina May talks alot about "original touch"--the healing touch we are all born with which becomes diluted by time and the developement of our egos. She discusses that, if we tune in to ourselves and others, we can re-awaken this original touch and use it to heal, love, and help others. We are all shamans. The book stresses the importance of birth as a sacred, joyful, and deeply spiritual process and I am leaning alot. After reading this book, I definetly want to go the route of a spiritual midwife if I ever have a little baby of my own.

Here are a few pictures of little nooks in my current bedroom.

The wooden box was made by Vanessa...moon goddess. Such a sacred gift. Thank you.

Goodnight and Namaste,

Madeleine