Since my first Eye of the STORM post, I have danced Beltaine in the mountains of Tennessee, basked in Doom Patrol art in Portland, and been called a “warlock” in the shopping malls of Springfield. This mini-whirlwind tour was rife with advanced experiential life lessons and I hope to share some of them as I process. I have so much more to do to prepare for this trip. It’s like the Ultimate To Do List has taken me over as I tie up loose ends. I am definitely more focused on my upcoming trip with Rio. I have been thinking about how I still need to pare it down. I totally over-packed the amount of clothes I needed for the last couple of weeks. However, my Beltaine drag was fierce and I never ran out of clean socks! However, I do indulge myself by packing too many baby doll tees. Even I will admit that’s kinda silly since all the climates I have been visiting are so cold and rainy that the t-shirt never gets seen anyway under all of my layers. *shakes head* Why am I telling you all of this? Am I high?
The important thing to know is that I return to San Francisco this week.
I have Heroic Tarot appointments available at Swankety Swank this weekend:
Saturday the 21st: 12, 1, 2, 3, 4pm
Sunday the 22nd: 12, 1, 2, 3, 4pm
Email me at HeroicTarot(at)gmail(dot)com to make an appointment or call Swankety Swank at 415.932.6615.
I enjoyed the festivities of May 1st so much even though I rough-housed two days before and bruised my ribs. It seems that I have a tendency to injure my ‘cage whenever I go camping or maybe I just love the hourglass shape that my Ace bandage gives me. Tennessee was good to me and I would like to shout out mad props to my Project X homies Nebula, Nova, Hawk and the ever generous Zel.
In Portland I dreamed surrounded by the Doom Patrol artwork of Mathew Clark at Sequential Art Gallery. Many thanks to Kaebel Hashitani for his hospitality. I definitely recommend checking out the exhibit while you can!
As for Eugene, I have to say that the best part of visiting Eugene is that I am visiting Eugene. There seems to be a distinct lack of any individualized culture distinct o Eugene. I felt like I might as well have been in Greensboro, NC for the outlet malls, SUVs and rows of identical apartment buildings. My brief foray into smaller neighbor Springfield led me to the local shopping mall. When he walked past, a grey-haired mill worker clutched his children to his side and gasped, “That there’s a warlock!’ His eyes and that of his overall-clad children stared down on me in wide-eyed disbelief. Granted, my face was glam-warior painted for Beltaine and I was layered in my black wool cloak and silver velvet skirt. But seriously, warlock? On second thought, you know what? I’ll take it.
I am super excited to share more of my experiences with you, dear reader! Perhaps I will be able to recollect the rest of my memories when I download the photos I took. That usually does the trick.