may first: beltaine. time to put the may pole and dance round and round! happy dreams are beginning to bud. . .grow, grow!
a spring birthday bouquet for me:
are you happy?
i planted red, blue and yellow pansies in the backyard today . . .a reminder of springtime, even though the weather has been anything but.
i'm in love with the faerie world created by visual artist
stevee postman. his alternate reality spinning with brave butterfly spirits and chakra-inflamed shamen have inspired me beyond words. i'd love to fly to portland, oregon right now and thank him . .and while i'm there, i'd love to see my poet friend claire who i miss very much and visit all my good fae friends like the oh so enchanting and wonderful jay digory who keeps my spirit strong . .thank you jay . .big, big, big, big, hugs and kisses. your warm and kindhearted letters have truly sustained me.
i loved that last night's episode of "queer as folk" offered a vision of a radical faerie camp. i'm sure they'll be all sorts of criticism from people on the portrayal of the faeries, but i think it's fantastic that it was included on a somewhat "mainstream" tv program at all. i loved the depiction of the heart circle and i was enchanted with the whole notion that emmitt helped to create it by grouping the stones together with the departed founder of the faeries, harry hay! did emmitt have a "vision" on shrooms? did harry hay come to help emmitt discover his inner fey? it was inspiring to think about. even anthony decided he needed a magical name after watching it--"lighthouse"!
insomina notes from last night's tempest toss in the sheets: my ex tom wrote me a letter stating that he's in a mid-life crisis part two. he wants to walk away from everything. he wants to be gauguin and walk off to tahiti. he wants to write poems on the surf of the sea. he wants to re-enchant the planet with his tongue kisses, with his whimsy. i remember his tongue kisses very well. he taught me so much about blooming. i wonder if he'll write his book? i wonder if he'll champion all his brave causes? i wonder what happens if you don't heed the call of a crisis--the dark night of the soul pleading with you to surrender to your deepest, truest being?
