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March 20, 2004

My March Ladies Group

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Small ladies' group yesterday, missing two nouveau shamanettes. Desperately missing two nouveau shamanettes, in case one of them is reading this. Very productive, however -- lots of American Indian presence, as our leader would say.

The bad news was that our dear percussionist had her sonnet squashed, and temporarily lost contact with the muse. We took some time to restore the connections. She is planning to write a poem about the pit bull who snatched her sonnet in it's drooling jaws, which I will post here, as soon as it's channeled.

Usually it's the Tibetans who are hanging around me, but yesterday, probably in honor the the emergence of my bear , the American Indians were chanting and dancing. How do I know this, you ask? Well, remember that cliche wowowo chant the Indians do in old cowboy movies? That's what was coming out of my mouth. I also did alot of growling, with enthusiastic encouragement from our leader.

I do so need a bit more bear. Bear energy is about boundaries. Saying no. Standing up for yourself. People automatically know not to muss with you, lest they rouse your bear energy. GRRRR...RRR...RR, Babycakes.

Photo note: This photo is simply illustrative, not pretty. (lest you think I thought so). These are the instruments available for shamanistic play. The print, enlarged, is a bear totem. Sorry I was a little short on pixels, but you get the idea.

Posted by Dakota at March 20, 2004 04:53 AM