Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The title of this post refers to a technique for moving through time, using breath and the wind - allegedly, that is. I'm learning this technique in dreamtime. In fact, I received a second lesson this morning just before I woke up. I am telling you, the whole shamanic lifestyle? It is deeply strange, deeply.
When in doubt (about one's sanity), walk and cook. That's my plan for today. A big ole walk will actually be fun today since the sun is shining and it's supposed to get warm enough to enjoy being outside (50 F). Haven't decided what to cook yet, but I'm thinking something complicated will serve to bring me back from Zone 10 to the beautiful, exquisite, delightful, mundane reality of my very fortunate life.
Some days I need to remind myself that, yes, I'm a shaman, but I'm also a woman, you know, a person: a human. I can fly around on the wind for only so long before it's time for a cup of coffee or whatever. Because of my exotic imagination, I really enjoy everyday activities like doing the laundry, vacuuming, cooking, walking around. One of my great teachers always used to say, Body trumps spirit.
Balance is everything, always always. Oh yeah. Earth to Reya: come back from Zone 10. OK, OK ... on my way.