Tuesday, September 7, 2010
I took this pic from the street so as to not interrupt. Had no idea I was in it. It's kind of spooky, yes?
Even though human beings, throughout history, from the north pole to the south pole, in every culture I know about, have always practiced shamanism, the ironic truth is that right here in Washington DC U.S.A. at the dawn of the new millennia, those of us who admit to practicing are seen as way outside the mainstream. Or we're called pretentious. Sometimes we are accused of cultural appropriation. Or we're laughed at. You know. I always want to say, "Actually, those of you who think this is so strange - you're the aberration, not me!"
Of course I never say it; it's rude to call anyone an aberration, right? Though it's culturally OK to think of my shamanic practice as "out there." I guess that's not rude, it's just how people in my culture at this moment in history think. Right now, right here, I am the stranger in a strange land. Oh well.
Anyway I'm excited because I'm going to have lunch with another shaman today; a woman who has consciously studied and practiced for as many decades as I have. She's the mom of someone who works at a Capitol Hill shop. He noticed one time that I was carrying rattles in my backpack and casually asked, "Oh. Are you a shaman?" You can imagine the look on my face. Then he said, "My mom's a shaman, too."
She's in town this week so we're going to do a shamanic sit down this afternoon. Very cool!!