Woven Myriad Things

When at a recent outdoor festival, I was inside a shelter and took off my shawl and poncho so that I could dance. When I came back I noticed a girl wearing the poncho: found at a second hand store and composed of a Native type pattern. It was strange yes, but I didn't say anything, there were lots of hippie people huddled together for warmth. I got up to dance again and when I came back she was gone with my poncho. My first reaction was the primal response of violation.

Then a sudden clarity came over me. That poncho was carrying some intense spirit. Now that it was gone from my life I felt clearer, like sage was burning around me or I had just emerged from a sweat lodge. That spirit must have been entwined in the very threads and pattern of the poncho. It seems like I needed to carry it for a while, and then it was her turn.

My Compost

garlic skins
avocado rind
powdered paprika
halves of lemon and lime
honeysuckle branches
grapefruit
egg shells
banana peel
coriander
carrot tops
green tea
fennel seeds
chamomile flowers
one sunflower seed
willow tree stick
eggplant tops
anise leaves
mushroom stems
green pepper seeds
kombu

The Alien and the Dragon Inside Me

Where have I been? I have traveled into places undreamed before, and have been sleeping much to recover. I found myself nomadic and living outside for days a couple times in the last two months. The heart of me yearns for this - to live outside, to live off the land, to live tribal.

Often I feel trapped inside the city walls. I know that there is wildlife here, and that wild weeds grow in the city too. But there is something about the square homes and square rooms and endless lines that traps me and makes me want natural shapes, circular rooms, roundness, open space, abundant plant life, variety, diversity. Every so often I need to throw myself into nature through camping in its many different degrees, through travels.

Feeling stifled, uneven, disembodied, having hardship with transitioning between. Keeping as sane as possible, but the soul of me is in a forest in the north, head to the earth and hands in the soil. I know that nature is here as well, it is the environments we have created that have me confused.

Metamorphosis and the alien comes out of a chrysalis. Radiant spirit, there is a dragon living inside this congregation of bones. The wings open.