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In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.
Friday, June 22, 2007
This is My Life: Show & Tell
I can't sleep. Mario is having trouble with his allergies. I'm worrying. He's sleeping; I'm not. *sigh* So I thought I'd try to entertain you and me with some show and tell. By the way, some of the photogs are of food. I have no training in taking food photographs. It is quite an art, and I am not an artiste—yet. I took the pics anyway. You'll get the idea even though the food does not look as gorgeous and mouth-watering as they were in real life.
It's been quite a week around here. I said goodbye to my friend Michelle and sent her off to Santa Fe.
First I sat on my back porch having tea with the faeries and the hummingbirds, and I finished an Old Mermaid pouch I was making Michelle. I sewed in love and good wishes, health and creativity, safe trip and fulfilled dreams. I cut up pieces of cloth and wrote down the 13 suggestions from the Old Mermaids so Michelle could pull out one a day (or whenever), her own Old Mermaids divination tool.
Into the pouch, I put lavender, rosemary, and sage from my garden, a shell from Ireland, a piece of snakeskin I'd found fifteen years ago in a very sacred place, a rose quartz bead from a necklace of mine, and a hummingbird feather that I'd taken from a dead hummingbird fifteen years ago (with great reverence I took the feathers after a friend brought me the hummingbird after her cat killed it).
I bought some of Michelle's furniture. I loved this kitchen stool.
The seat was soiled and I didn't want to use a cleaner, so I reupholstered it. It only took about an hour. First time I ever did anything like that. I used some upholstery remnants I'd bought from Michelle.
Over the weekend I worked on The Blue Honey Clan. As you already know, I finished the first draft. I finished it on Monday. On Tuesday I went to my surgeon. Everything was good. Afterward, I had a work (library) meeting in Vancouver. Fun talking about library stuff. Feeling better about work lately. (Lost my ability to have subjects in my sentences again.) Back home, I walked to the library for a program with the 'tweens. They'd read Broken Moon and we had a discussion about it. I love, love, love hearing what the kids have to say about my stories. So far, they seem to like Broken Moon. As I walked happily home afterward, I looked around at my beautiful town and realized, again, how fortunate I am. What a life I have.
Wednesday morning I got up early and worked in my garden. Then I finished the two dishes for the Gathering I'd started the night before. As I finished up the quinoa dish, a friend from last year's Faery Doctoring came for a visit. She met Mario and then I drove her to Falling Creek and we hiked the trail. It was great fun being in one of my favorite places with her. We had lunch back at home, and then we went to the Gathering together. (Gathering: a group of area women who meet once a month; we've been doing this for the last seven years.) The place we met at was beautiful. We told jokes in honor of Linda, and I missed her a lot.
Thursday morning, I decided to have slow-food day. I spent the day making a no-cheese cheesecake. I had soaked the millet the night before. I drained the millet this morning and then roasted them.
(I love this "new moon" photograph of the millet.)
This was a long process, so in-between time, I wrote letters, did a post or two, and took photographs.
When the millet was ready, I ground it into flour. I made a crust out of the millet and other ingredients. I was out of baking soda, so I walked down to the grocery store and bought a box. Came home and finished the cake by making the insides out of tofu. I added more lemon and lemon zest this time. (The recipe is here, although I forgot to use the egg, and it didn't seem to make a difference.)
When Mario got home, we decided to stay home for the night, no bonfire, no labyrinth walk. Instead, we got a movie, ate dinner, and then had our cheesecake.
Serena called from Michigan. That was a nice Solstice present.
And the rest you know. This weekend I'm taking a tracking course. I'll tell you all about it. Should be fun. Next week, I rest and recreate.
Now I should try to sleep.
May You Create and Sleep in Beauty!
Labels: faeries, Falling Creek, food, Old Mermaids, sleep
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Saturday, December 30, 2006
Good Night/Good Mornin'
I ain't sleepin'! It's the night/morning before we leave on our trip and we have to be awake and alert to drive 500 miles. And I is AWAKE. I tried sleeping, tried falling to sleep to a DVD, tried a snack. Nada. Finally drove to the library to leave the keys to our house for the woman who is watching the house. I was in my pajamas, winter coat, and boots. I drove the three blocks carefully since it was 1:00 a.m. and the cops around here are known for stopping women who are driving alone in the middle of the night—and asking them what they're doing out. I kid you not. Went into the library, left the keys, and did a few other things. Then I drove home and walked up to our front door and guess what? Yeah, you're quicker than I am. The keys to the house were back at the library! Laughing at myself (and watching out for maniacs), I returned to the library and retrieved the keys.
It's lucky I amuse myself.
Earlier in the evening, I went out in the dark and the cold and talked to the Invisibles and did a little ceremony. I put seashells around the house and the cars. I talked to the faeries and other such. (Yeah, I know, I don't believe in god, but I do believe in the Invisibles.) The seashells were almost fluorescent in the waxing light of the moon. It looked as though the house was wearing a necklace of seashells strung with night. It was so lovely, these white shells against the black grass, like pieces of captured ocean waves. Shhhh. Do you hear it? Yep, that's the Old Sea.
I can't be certain, but I believe what I did was an Old Mermaid ceremony, surrounding myself and my house and land with the Seashells of Safety. The Shells of Serenity. Shells of Serendipity.
Perhaps I should have added: Shells of Sleep.
I shall go try again.
Ta!
Labels: faeries, Old Mermaids, sleep
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