(READ PART 1 AND PART 2 OF THIS STORY) We are in Granada, Spain, in a space-time bubble set in the 11th century. On the hill facing a Moorish Bath by the Darro River, known today as El Bañuelo by its Spanish inhabitants, a rooster has just greeted the sun with a clamorous quiquiriqui, the … Continue reading The Story of the People’s Tree ~“The White Elephant’s Gifts”~
(READ PART 1 OF THIS STORY HERE) A soft breeze caresses the trees along the Darro River in Granada, southern Spain. The faint jingling of autumn leaves lulls one’s ears with the delightful shimmy of belly dancer poplars shaking their vegetal coin-belts. Tamarisks smile as they sway to the rhythm of their breeze-loving neighbors, and … Continue reading The Story of the People’s Tree ~ “Shapeshifters’ Encounter” ~
On the first Sunday of October of the Year 2019, a strange little man made his way to the Carson National Forest in Northern New Mexico, near Red River. He had traveled as fast as lightning from Blood Mountain in the Chattahoochee National Forest, old Cherokee Country, now called Georgia. The little man had long, … Continue reading The Story of the People’s Tree ~ “An Interrupted Initiation” ~
“Dear K., I am so grateful that I, Shams Ala’eddin Muhammad Tabrizi, finally found my hollow reed in the maker of my doll. I think she could play the flute but she is more gifted with images and words. I have lived in silence for 770 years now, so it’s time for me to emerge … Continue reading The Empty Bottle (Part Two)
Some time ago, after watching a DIY video by a very creative Brazilian lady named Ronilda Oliveira, I decided to follow her idea of upcycling glass bottles to turn them into dolls. In doing so, I adapted some of the material she used in her demo. For my own creations, instead of her “massa de … Continue reading The Empty Bottle
Wizardville, September 11th, 2099, 5AM “Take me hoooome!!!” Ama shouted, panting from the dream sensations. On the dawn of her 43rd birthday, she would have preferred to ride “Unique Corn” instead of “Night Mare”. The fight between the oneiric horses had always existed in the psyche of all living beings. The mare had long, curly, … Continue reading AMA’S DREAM
Muse “strikes” when she wants… Sometimes she makes us pour (virtual) ink on (virtual) pages in a “fast and furious flow”, some other times she needs resting periods to dive deep in the underwater of our unconscious to let us play spiritual Sherlock before being able to retrieve the hidden pearl of inspiration from its … Continue reading Tending My Sacred, Secret Garden
Under a waning moon crescent, four days before the New Moon (who shares her initials with New Mexico...), I heard an owl calling in the dark for the first time since I live here. I did not think of it as a bad omen, as some might because of the Mexican saying “Cuando el tecolote canta, el indio muere” (When the owl sings, the Indian dies). I consider myself a positive person, but I have also learned to appreciate both sides of the coin, flip and all, and both aspects of all beings, who need light AND shadow to be complete. Furthermore, I choose the Greek approach to owl, companion of the Goddess Athena / Minerva (and so many more since "all the Goddesses are one Goddess" according to Dion Fortune), therefore I see wisdom in the bird's presence. And how can you bring light if there is no darkness, or bring life again if there's no death? The owl is also associated with the Egyptian Goddess Isis, who brough Osiris back to life and gave him a son-bird associated with the Sun: hawk-Horus, while Osiris would reign from the Underworld. Some say that this aspect of Isis turns her into Black Isis, and also in an avatar of Lilith, or is it in reverse? The thing is, darkness is where a seed spends the most important part of her life, buried, preparing for the Spring when it is time to pierce the Earth and blossom...
Here below, written in turquoise, the beautiful color of New Mexican skies, is the beginning of another post, on another blog, called "On a New Path". Unbeknownst to me when I had started it, it was also the beginning of a wondrous, although very real journey...