This will, I’ve discovered, become a 3-part series. Last night, I sat down to finish the painting on the Voodoo Jar by completing the other side with Agwe’s veve. Immamou is the name of his ship. It’s strange, but I hadn’t thought of this until it reoccurred to me last night while painting, but Agwe is said to be a…
Looked After
Something, or someone, is looking after me this morning in the smallest, yet most helpful, ways. My husband inadvertently stole my lighter this morning. I’m fairly certain it was not on purpose. His stuff and my stuff were all sitting in one pile, and I figure he just grabbed it all and ran. I laughed. …
A Week’s Miscellany
Last night, I found myself sitting in a meeting room among a group of people with whom I was employed, but that I do not actually know. The meeting table was an ovular streamlined design, the walls half cherry wood, half exposed brick. It was at once professional, and artsy. We were, from what I gathered,…
Voodoo Jar, Part 1
In the interests of pushing our energies toward a successful facilitation of The Move, we have started making a Voodoo jar for that purpose. I call it a “Voodoo Jar” but it would fall more into the category of a “Witch Jar” or hoodoo, or your basic variety of root magic. The Witch Jar, or…
Interview Update
My brain, in the cramped confines of my skull, has been pacing back and forth like a squirrel on crack since Monday. Did we get it? Are we going? J’s phone interview with his employment prospect in New Orleans went very, very, VERY well. They were on the phone together for over an hour, and…
Gifts
Once upon a time, there was a woman. She worked in a hospital, and one day she was discarding a needle into the standard red box that used needles go into, in that medical-facility sort of way. Despite her great care, she accidentally grazed that needle, and it broke the skin. That needle had been in…
Toby
Awz. You turn 12 today. Happy birthday, my sweet-face grumpy ol’ man pup! Love you, buddy. Lessgo pee on stuff in the park!
Poets Row
Eleven days ago or so, I proclaimed that I would soon purposefully reroute myself during one of my many roamings in order to walk up Sherman St. The purpose of this was to revisit Poets Row and the Arkhamesque-looking apartment building. True to my word, I actually did, not too long after I said I…
Snapshots of Normal
The Everyday. Everyone has this, the everyday. Those routines they follow, those things they do, what they walk past, what they see…those elements of every single day that become so commonplace that they scarcely get noticed after a while. I had already been thinking, lately, of the Everyday, but now that J has an interview coming…
Follow Your Crazy 