misplaced mama

My newest human gift from the Earth, Leigh, has posted some great fun questions on her blog. Between dear Mia shivering with fever from some nasty bug, and Sula needing 24/7 nursing/holding and parenting 2 kids, 1 cat, and 3 goats I have no time to actually write. My time spent alone up here on land which my sisters says seems like a great spot to ‘hang if you were hiding from the law” (meaning how hidden it is I guess) has graced me with so many blessings and insights: illusion, the medicine from he dragonfly; power, the medicine from horse; and messages of new beginnings from the hawk. I long to ponder and write about this and about community and nature and self-suffiency through the power of commune with nature. I want to describe the way the eco-system in this area leaves a scent of the sweetest maple syrup on your clothes after you trample through the wildweeds. Or how ones skin becomes green-scented silk after bathing for hours in the cool swimming hole 10 minutes away from my backdoor. But in my real world right now as Mia gazes at a Little Bear DVD through a feverish haze and Sula literally hang off my right nipple as I type, ,I have no time to really write. And I long to. I long from the pit of my creative stomach to share, share, share. And with my tech-luck I can’t even share photos of all this as every time I try to post a visual, I fail, or it fails or something is wrong and nothing shows up. So Leigh has given me a moment to just expose, release. And it’s funny—while reading Leigh’s own answers to these questions I kept thinking that they could be my answers, too. It is confirmed. She and I used to play on the same star.

1. What is your favorite word? Wow
2. What is your least favorite word? No
3. What turns you on? The ocean and the mountains and deep tribal beats
4. What is your favorite thing? Love. Love. Love.
5. What turns you off? Insecurities and the way people act because of them
6. What sound or noise do you love? My babies’ first words, crashing waves, dolphins singing and the long deep-belly chant of Aum/Om.
7. What sound or noise do you hate? The loud action/violence scene sounds in Hollywood type movies of today. The lead of pencil writing on a sidewalk. The sound of oil pumps pumping oil from my mama Earth.
8. What is your favorite curse word? I don’t know how to spell it but in Italian is sounds like this: Bu-Taana-dia-lo (it means something like ‘you are the devil’s whore’ but more then the meaning I like the sound and cursing in another language, native to my blood, is just plain fun.
9. What profession other than the one you are in would you like to attempt? Social action lawyer, music festival executive producer and of course traveling writer but that will be my profession someday. Soon.
10. What profession would you not like to do? Lawyer. President. Soldier.
11. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive? Namaste. Amesome. Want wings next time around? (pretty much Leigh’s answer..i love it. love it.)

You know you love someone when you miss them so much you try to eat lots of chocolate to soothe the seperation wounds but because you miss them so much and so deeply…chocolate doesn’t even taste like anything. nothing. no rush, no tingle, no light if heart. It just takes dark and thick and foreign. It takes like grainy dirt (and you know I have the good kind, too).

One more week in Shangri-La and I get to share a bed everynight with my beloved again.