Some of the magnificent tapestries in the ceremonial maloka, these are the artistic renderings of the icaros, which are the songs the shaman sings in-ceremony
Oh so many revelations.
And I love them, trust me, but sometimes I wonder – how do I live in this world?
I am failing at the standard day to days. Well, that’s a bit harsh – I am bouncing back. But on the heels of my cosmic understanding, making money, cleaning the house, and facing the daily responsibilities have not been my strong points. I can’t blame it on my father’s death. I can’t blame it on anything but the clouds in my head.
But yet, I know – I chose this life. I have to own it.
So you know what I’ve been missing?
Shopping.
Yes, how shallow, but fuck it – I love the feeling of rushing through the front door with oodles of bags, brimming with shoes and hats and gifts for my favs. I haven’t had that rush in almost a year. So I’m dead set on becoming rich and famous so I can spoil the beloveds and spread the Good Word. I am salivating over the irony of becoming wealthy after I’ve learned how little it gets me. I love to live in antithesis. Dichotomies taste like bacon ice cream. I’ve had this. It’s damn awesome.
Learning to live – that’s the focus now. It’s not that I forgot, I just haven’t really known how to. In this lifetime, anyway. I trust I have some mad skills from way way back to fall into and rely upon. That’s the definition of digging deep. And that’s why I’m in a body instead of just a mass of vapors – I’m here to uncover the truths, to transform into unconditional love, and to shop like a madwoman. Sweet.
