Showing posts with label mythology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mythology. Show all posts

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Flower Power: A Divine Pair


This past full moon (Wednesday, May, 10th) I led a small ritual with a few friends. We were trying out a new space and just sort of getting a feel for the land spirits as well as trying to tame a bit of the magical chaos we had all been feeling lately. We celebrated the full flower moon with candles, sage, flowers, and a water centered magical activity. I had planned to write out a meditation to lead but as I began writing it felt off somehow. So, instead, I selected a Plant Ally Meditation from Youtube that I believed would encompass what I wanted to achieve with the meditative portion of the celebration. It probably would have. But it was recorded too softly for us to be able to utilize it during the ritual. I was faced with either improvising a meditation or scrapping it. 

Thank the Goddess I chose to wing it. I did a Plant Ally Guided Meditation that took us into a dark and thriving forest to a small plant hidden within a rotting log. We each drew our respective plant-life from the decay and formed a bond with the spirit inhabiting the flower. After the meditation I asked everyone what their flower was and what the spirit looked like. It was really neat to hear everyone's experience. Magically I was able to relax enough, even while speaking, to find my own flower. At first I wasn't sure what it was but it was a red full bloom, thin, tissue-like petals. I realized it was a poppy. This surprised me as my favorite flowers are Bleeding Hearts, Tulips, and Fuchsia. So I tucked this away, planning to look into the symbolism and the 'why' later. Hannah's flower was a blue daisy. Again a bit of a surprise since she's an Orchid and Rose girl all the way. 

Hannah learned later that the Daisy is Freyja's flower. It was sweet, like the goddess was waving to Hannah saying, "I'm still here with you!" 


The fact that flower was blue in Hannah's meditation is also interesting. It's one of the most calming colors in chromotherapy. It is also healing and it is the leading favorite color of the human race. It is above us and below us and universal. When I think Daisy I automatically think white so the blue was very deliberate. To be honest I didn't think blue daisies actually existed outside Hannah's meditation. I was wrong. They are quite real and quite lovely.


Inspired by Hannah's flower Ally and symbolism, I did a little research into the meaning behind the Poppy flower. The Poppy, of course, produces the poppy seed which leads to opium and all sorts of sleep inducing highly addictive substances. But the archetypal correspondence for the flower is actually Morpheus, the Greek god of Dreams. Which is rather appropriate as my last name literally translates into: the dreamer. 


I'm a huge fan of Neil Gaiman's Sandman series and of dream analysis/divination and mythology in general. One of my stories deals with a Baku which is benevolent creature from Japanese folklore that survives by eating dreams, specifically nightmares. 


When I was younger I had vivid reoccurring dreams about an old robed woman who came down every night to make sure my family was asleep and if were caught awake, she would kill us presumably. It was a terrible dream, one which I had every night for months and months. Looking back on it now I wonder if it was my fear of mortality already creeping in at the tender young age of 6. Many of my dreams live on in story form or help me to create characters. So, long story short, the Poppy seems a very apropos Ally. 


Here's where it gets really interesting though:
For about two weeks I've been working as a freelance transcriber through Rev.com. It's not a huge amount of pay but I figure I can bring in an extra $25 or so a week and get a few side bills paid down (or, more than likely, put it all toward wedding expenses). Well, the other night I had a job that gave me some pause. As a transcriber we are supposed to type what we hear and not correct things that are misspoken by the speakers. Well I had a speaker say an author's name but she said it way off. I discovered the correct name and was debating on whether or not to put the correct spelling in or try to phonetically tackle the speakers gross mispronunciation. So I went to the forums on the site to see if anyone else had asked a similar question.

I didn't find my question but I fell down an immediate rabbit hole. There were so many interesting topics and threads. After perusing for a few minutes I stumbled upon a thread of a transcriber asking for help listening to a 3 second sound bit to see if anyone could pick out a certain word. The content dealt the energy and balance and the goddess. So of course I was curious! I clicked on the link to the audio and found that it was actually a video recording. I saw a woman speaking to a camera and thought nothing much of it until I noticed what was behind her: poppies and blue daisies.


Until that moment I would never have thought that red poppies and blue daisies could be a thing. Hell, I didn't even know blue daisies were a thing until researching them after Hannah's meditation. Shocked and inspired by this, I went on a google search to see if I couldn't find a picture of the painting behind the woman (you know, on the off chance that it was a classic or well known painting). I didn't find the painting but what I did find was further evidence of the marriage between red poppies and blue daisies.



Apparently these two flowers pair up nicely on many fabrics and prints. Perhaps a more popular pairing is poppy with cornflower or poppy with white daisy, but there was enough red poppy and blue daisy to convince me that not only is this combination a thing, it must somehow stem from some kind of archetypal knowledge. How random for Hannah to see a blue daisy and how utterly strange for me to pick a poppy. And yet, maybe it wasn't random or strange at all. Maybe it was just what we needed. I'm not entirely certain yet what the synchronicities mean for me or Hannah, but I know there is meaning and I find deep comfort in that.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Love is a Domovoy

For today's August Break I'm using a repeat picture. The prompt was "Love is..." and I've struggled to capture what love is all day... all day while I was working and then running and errand and then helping clean the kitchen and tend the garden and play with the kitty and assist in cooking dinner and snuggling while watching a movie.  And I think love is all those things. There isn't really a picture to capture all of that for me. Well perhaps the cute one I snagged of Hannah at the Moscow Farmer's Market. 


And I have to say the my tarot draw sort of works as a picture of what love is as well. I used the Fantastical Creatures Tarot today. This one is great. I love how unique the deck is. Typically the suit of Swords relates to the air element and the Wands relate to fire. (Swords cut through the air and are sharp of wit/intellect while wands create blazing torches to help us see and spur us to action). But in this deck those two elements are switched. I find it fascinating and I was so excited when I first got this deck to learn of the difference. 

The domovoy and his wife are known through Russian legends. Strange looking, shy creatures, they take an active interest inthe home they inhabit. The domovoy likes to live under the doorstep or stove, while his shyer wife prefers to dwell in the basement. 
These little beings are rarely seen or heard by humans. If the family lives in peace and harmony, the domovoy and his wife do their best to help them. If the family ic sontentioous however, the couple adds to the misery.
The domovoy on the card is creating magickal pentagrams to protect his human family and manifest good things for them. 
I think today the domovoy and his wife were very helpful. Hannah and I got through quite a bit of the zone cleaning that we wanted to get done today - not as far as we'd hoped but we still made a good deal of progress - and we were pretty damn cheerful and sweet while going about it, too. 

We'll never have a spotless and perfect house. We're too crazy and creative for that. But having everything basically in it's place and clean and having clothes for the following week - if we can manage that and also find the car keys, then we're way ahead of the game. For me the 6 of Pentacles was the perfect card today. It is all about finding prosperity from within and tending to home and hearth first and foremost. It was nice to get a bit closer to our vision for the apartment. We're likely to live here until we can finally buy a home so we decided we had better make the most of it. With the help our the domovoy and his wife I think this place could be quite cozy for a few more years.  

Monday, August 1, 2016

Day 1: Unicorns and More

I couldn't capture the morning light (I will be doing that one later) so today I went for a walk down town during my lunch hour in search of a Unicorn. I found it. (As all innocent young maidens do, you know!) I walked up past the Fox Theatre and looked down at all the stars on the pavement. I saw one that begged to be taken a picture of.

There in a star, just like a perfect sign, the name "August." I feel inspired. 
On the Corner of First and Monroe there is a little place called The Gilded Unicorn that I've been wanting to eat at for some time. It's where the old Catacombs Pub used to be and from what the Inlander says, this place is really worth visiting. Though honestly, any place with Unicorn in the title is worth visiting. 

This is painted on the wall brick side of the Montvale building facing Monroe.
They painted over the Catacombs Pub sign. I sort of miss the creepiness of the other sign
but it was a bit confusing with the old sign pointing merrily at the new pub.

Look at all that lovely construction reflected in the front window. 
As I walked back toward work, I thought about how crummy it's been downtown with all the construction and yet it, too, is a blessing in disguise. People are having to go slower, have to watch more, and having to walk more too! Several of the main bus stops are closed. I thought this sign was particularly fun: 

Most of the time they post actual closings and reroutes on these boards
at the stops, but not so here. Here, you best "get walking!"
Last of the pictures: I have worked in the Spokesman-Review and Chronicle Building for almost a year now and I've reveled in the Gothic architecture and old mystery of the place. But today, for the first time, I noticed little faces as I entered the Chronicle Building, Sprague-side. There are four of these little gremlin-like things framing the large double doors that are already framed with strained glass depicting the early scribes and editors of the writing craft. I love discovering new things amidst places of familiarity. 

Size: approximately softball. Creep factor/silliness: surpassing adequate.
Favorite pastime: flossing and sniffing fear.
That concludes the August Break part of the blog post for today. I doubt they will always be this detailed. Know that I'll probably settle for title-pic-caption for many of these August Break posts. Today's pictures were taken with my crappy little Blackberry. I shall use the Nikon in the future and get some pictures that truly are worth a thousand words and then I won't have to write as much. Isn't that how it works? Anyway, onward to the Tarot/Divination card draw!

Today I drew from my Angelarium deck. This isn't technically an oracle or tarot deck. It's a game but it's based so accurately on angel and tree of life mythology and energy that it is one of my favorite places to look for messages and connect to the divine.
At their very center lies an empty place. The space where there is no Tree of Life. Its existence is only visible in the shadow left behind all other things. Da'at does not exist.


Da'at
-The Emptiness-

 

Da'at is the blessed container. Da'at is relief and flexible. The grateful bearer of Burdens.
"Ein Soph fills the world with so much Light, it opens the eyes of Creation and widens the mouth of Existence. The many faces of Da'at turn and turn in that Light , catching the overflow within the Crown of the Mind. Da'at holds the Sephirot as some words might carry many meanings.”  
My interpretation: I've drawn Da'at many times and oftentimes for me it means to "be nothing" for a little while. Nothingness and emptiness are not bad things. They are necessary. Shadow is created when something nullifies the light. It is an emptiness of light. And yet it only exists because of the light. This has many interpretations but today I see in it the call to meditation and possibility. Slow down and feel the emptiness of absences, feel the warm of presences, and open yourself up to acknowledge these things. Close your eyes and listen to the white noise of life until it becomes nothing but a latent heartbeat. Clear your mind, isn't that how it goes at the start of every meditation? Clear your mind. Focus only on your breath. You can't see the air that composes your breath. It is nothingness and yet it is everything. Focus on the breath that you can't see. Feel it. Use it. And be Da'at. It's good to stop being silly humans once in a while and remember that we are all part of something much bigger. We are a million breaths with some skin thrown on top and the possibilities are endless. 

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Aine of Knockaine



Believe something and the Universe is on its way to being changed. Because you've changed, by believing. Once you've changed, other things start to follow. Isn't that the way it works?


Side note: I just came back from the pool and hot tub. While I did rinse off in the shower, I still smell (and apparently taste) strongly of chlorine and chemicals. For some reason Narcisa is crazy about this flavor. It never fails that when I return from a pool outing she finds me suddenly incredibly interesting. For about ten minutes now she's been sitting in the chair next to me gnawing on the skirt of my swim suit and, occasionally, my arm. It's the sort of lazy gnawing that speaks nothing of challenge or play, just pleasure. She's such a hedonist.


This Monday is the Strawberry/Rose Full Moon (a.k.a. the Mead Moon). I've offered to put together a small ritual to be performed at a relaxing shindig at our friend's house. After browsing Moon Magick by DJ Conway, I've decided to honor the goddess Aine of Knockaine. This goddess is Queen of the Fairies. She's a goddess of midsummer, of fertility, and of love. She is invoked in the forming and keeping of vows (especially magickal vows), as well as in punishment for sex crimes. In researching her a little online I came across several blogs with posts concerning the Fairy Queen (Voices from the Dawn, Journeying to the Goddess, and GoddessSchool.com) and have formed the opinion that Aine of Knockaine is quite the bad-ass. 


In one story, the King of Munster rapes her but during the act she manages to bite of his ear, thus causing a deformity that makes him unfit to rule as King and pretty much ruining his life. As with most folklore/myths this story is an allegory: if you rape the land by taking what isn't yours to take, it will come back to destroy you in the end. I love this. I love the justice of it. Treat the earth with the respect she deserves. She is all we have on this plane. She is just as much a part of us all as we are all a part of her and it's nice to meet Aine, an avenging/Karmic angel, who defends herself and her lands.


For my ritual I'm going to include a variety of elements. Since Aine is the Midsummer Fairy and since the Solstice is the very next day I'm going to honor the Sun in addition to the Moon. And since I'm also focusing on the Strawberry and Rose aspects I'm going to make my own version of Shabartee Gulab (which is a rose and pineapple drink mentioned in DJ Conway's book) and this will serve as the ale part of 'cakes and ale.' For the cake part I'm debating on a sweet treat or fresh fruit. Also I'm going to use an onion in the ritual. I have missed group spirituality like this and can't wait for Monday night. I'm writing little pieces of the ritual here and there, though overall, I have found that just speaking from the heart in the moment is much more satisfying. Still, I'll probably have a few phrases and invocations to share here tomorrow. Until then, Blessed be.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Books, Books, and More Books!

Editing. That is what I have left for the intense part of the semester. Well and a little writing still. Which I'm going to work on a bit tonight. Basically I need to edit my annotated bibliography, my synopsis, and the last of the actual thesis. And then I'll be done with that part and can move onto the next bit which includes all the good stuff for the residency. I am excited for my class on dystopian world building and I'm really excited to get there and take some amazing classes with the people I've come to know and love. Also I have the best fucking ever wardrobe for this summer. I cannot wait to show it all off! My buddy, E, and I will be chic twins! 

I'm still incredibly sad that Hannah cannot go with me. I had hoped to make it work but financially it just isn't going to happen. But I am going to Skype with her a few times so I can at least introduce her to some of the people there. Especially M. I am very excited to see M. 

Something that's been taking up a great deal of my time lately has been reading. In the past week alone I've read four books. I can't believe it. I'm in a reading kick and I can't eat enough! Including a few more from the week before I've read:

  1. The Sumerians by Elaine Landau - the book was a nice summary of the geography and social structure but severely biased by the author's Christian views.
  2. Lugalbanda by Kathy Henderson - this was a gorgeous story with amazing illustrations and unlike the first book on the list, this one honored the ancient religion and culture that it detailed. Also this is a retelling of the oldest story ever written - over 4,000 years old!
  3. Sexy by Joyce Carol Oates - YA done right. Heartbreaking in some places but in the end it covers everything that a young adult novel is supposed to - including a glimpse of hope.
  4. Rape by Joyce Carol Oates - I adore the use of 2nd person POV in selected chapters and I was really surprised by the direction the novel took. And yet I wasn't surprised because Oates laid all the foundation work to guide me to the perfect and inevitable result. Very satisfying.
  5. The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly - this book is a great example of bridging between YA and adult fiction. A sort of Narnia for the modern times. Loved the gay soldier.
  6. We Were Liars by E. Lockhart - figured it out relatively quickly but that didn't diminish my enjoyment of the novel by any means. I adored the poetic flare of Lockhart's narration.
  7. The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian - I was drawn to this book for two reasons: 1) it was banned and 2) it takes place on the Spokane Indian Reservation and Reardon, WA. I loved knowing the places that the narrator talks about and I also loved the cartoon snippets throughout the text. Great story filled with truths that only a diary style novel can get away with telling and lamenting. 
  8. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe - I really enjoyed this book. It can be a bit infuriating at times but the end makes everything so worth it. In fact, if I'm ever having a bad day and need a pick me up, I'll just read the last ten pages. So worth it. 
None of these books are very long, but even still, I finished them all at record speeds for me. I am usually a slow fuddy-duddy reader. Which is why I'm starting to realize that I'm just not meant for adult fiction. At least not meant for it primarily. I feel a draw toward YA and also when I read YA it not only feels right, but it helps me recall and analyze parts of my childhood that I had forgotten or hadn't really processed. In my heart I'm still about fifteen or sixteen and so these books speak strongly to me. No, I'm not still dealing with high school drama or trying to awkwardly figure out the opposite sex (or the same sex as the case may be) but people are people and they are their most beautiful when they are vulnerable. The coming of age stories in the YA I've been reading have all been marvelous. I definitely feel that my mentor and I made the correct choice in making Death Man much more YA than it had previously been. The next projects I am going to work on will also be YA. I just can't get enough of it! Even today at the library I picked up another YA novel. But I'm not going to let myself start it until I finish with all the editing that needs to be done.

So many books. So little time. I'm happy to have found my place. Which is really what YA is all about.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Sumerian Goddesses and My Little Pony

In past blogs I've mentioned the Mayans (and Aztecs and Incas) and also talked about my interest in Norse Goddesses such as Skadi and Hel. For a long time, ever since high school in fact, I've been incredibly interested in Sumerian culture and religion. Sumer was the cradle of life and civilization. I've seen a few movies that use 'Sumerian cults' and 'obscure Sumerian gods' as the antagonizing forces. It makes sense to capitalize on something so ancient and mysterious when trying to terrorize an audience but I've always felt there was more to it than that. I recently went on a light search to learn a little about Sumerian gods and goddesses and what I found was very exciting. Until I read and learn more I won't talk about the overall myths, but I do want to share a little about Inanna and Ereshkigal. 

Inanna, who is also known as Ishtar, is the goddess of love and war. She is the patron for children conceived in love and for those who die in battle. To me this feels beautifully familiar to Freyja who is the Norse goddess of pretty much the same thing. She appeals to me very strongly because of the immense scope of her patronage and also because of how revered she is still today by many people who study/revere the Sumerian Pantheon. There are many books on the subject, some of which I will be owning as soon as my life calms down and funds increase (or hell, if neither of those happens I will still be owning them soon): 


Innana's sister, Ereshkigal, is the goddess who rules the underworld. I haven't researched her as much as Inanna, but I wonder if I'll find similarities between her and Norse's Hel. She is an interesting and provocative figure. There are a few books written about her as well and most of them delve into BDSM as part of devotion and worship. I've been curious about the sensual side of a BDSM spiritual path for a while now so it is little wonder why I'm so drawn to this Queen of the Great Below. 

The books that I'm interested in purchasing as a way to get to know her better are as follows: (the first book in the list deals with her specifically, the next three talk about merging BDSM and spirituality)
Many books that talk about both goddesses. Inanna and her sister, Ereshkigal, are bound together in the myth of Inanna's descent into the Great Below. I don't have a Norse correlation of hand, but the way these sisters compliment each other reminds me very much of My Little Pony's Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. Just as their names suggest, one is the pony Princess of day and the other is the Princess of night. During the IEPG campout this June I'm going to lead a 'My Little Pony' themed ritual to banish our nightmares to the moon. I will invoke the archetypal Princesses to join us and I can't help but think that Inanna and Ereshkigal will be there too, in spirit if not in name.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Slow Going, Sick Galen, and Mermaids


These last couple of weeks have been a headache.  I've been applying off and on for about every job I am "qualified" for, been working every weekend at the bra shop as I am the only CA who can work over a five hour shift at the moment, and been spending 4-6 hours every day working on my novel.  I'm exhausted.  The novel work has been intensive and rewarding but so very slow going.  As I read the YA craft book by Regina L. Brooks, I realized that what I had done wrong from the beginning was to start this story without a clear idea of the setting.  The physical setting has developed and evolved over the past year and now that I have it set in stone (with some flexibility as nothing is ever truly set in novel writing) I've had to restart, rewrite, redraft, and revise.  I learned from this mistake and am going to flush out setting prior to drafting the next time I tackle a novel project. So anyway, it's been slow, slow, slow going.  I am not going to have my full amount of pages for the upcoming packet.  I feel bad. 

After being ill and after revising everything and creating a new outlook on the story and plot, I had a hell of a time getting back into the habit of writing everyday.  I'm back!  I've been practically living at the library and Starbucks is my Patron. (By the way, the Caramel Flan Latte is pretty fucking amazing!) This Monday I am going to spend the whole day at the Library again.  Basically I'm hoping to have thirty good pages for my mentor and then send her another thirty as soon as they are ready. If I have to go in chunks of thirty then so be it.  I just want to keep making progress. She's really excited for this novel to come together and so am I. At work today I talked to the new ASM about which characters live and which ones die and her excitement about the relationships between the characters got me very excited. She told me she would love to see my ideas translated on screen. She hasn't read the material but just hearing her say that was very encouraging today.

Galen, our mini-panther, has bronchitis and is taking antibiotics and steroids twice a day. Consequently, my fingers have become pin cushions. Sometimes he takes the pills well and sometimes he chomps down on my fingers like a wild beast! I really hope he shapes up soon. We lost Yoda a little less than a year ago and we're not ready to go through that again. 

For the past few nights, Hannah and I have been reading about mermaids. We rented a book from the library and each night I read a chapter or two aloud as we cuddle in bed getting ready to go to sleep. I learned about the mermaid fakes. Did you know that mermaid (and sea monster creation) fakes were so popular that the fakes themselves have a name? They are called Jenny Hanivers. I immediately felt compelled to someday write a mermaid tale and include a Jenny character who might have a friend named Haniver. The origin of the name is from the French for girls from Antwerp. We've actually learned quite a bit from the mermaid book so far. Tonight we'll finish it and tomorrow we're going to start a kids book about Chinese Folktales called Auntie Tigress.  

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Haboo! Seattle Trip

Octopus lady
We left on Friday at exactly 6:00 am.  It was dark, snowy, icy, windy, and freezing!  Hannah drove first and it took a little bit for her to feel comfortable behind the wheel of old Optimus again but after a few wiggles (which were because of the wind and the bizarre striations of the road) she did beautifully about half the way to Seattle.  We stopped here and there for stretching and pottying, but other than that we rocked out to dark wave music and talked about stories and other various things that popped into our minds.

Pretty soon, I took over and while Hannah napped I put in Ziggy Stardust and sang so hard I could feel my vocal nodes saying hello again.  Two passes down (and I might I add that both passes were dry and pleasant) we finally came upon Issaquah, which is one of the most picturesque cities I've ever seen.  The residential streets remind me of San Francisco while the surrounding area reminded Hannah of Estes Park, Colorado.  It was gorgeous!  We met up with my Aunt Bunny and had lunch with her, her daughter-in-law, and her two adorable grandsons.  After lunch we took the 405 to the 522 and made our way to Monroe.  I just want to say right now that I rocked the driving on this trip - a few years ago I would have been lost, afraid, hiding in a corner, rocking back and forth saying 'I am pretty, I am pretty' when faced with Seattle Metropolitan driving.  But this weekend, I rocked it.

We spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday with my good friend and poet from the MFA program, Mama V.  Friday night was Denny's and chill night, while Saturday was filled with wedding dresses (Mama V.'s best friend had a final try on at David's Bridal and she looked just gorgeous in her dress!), Old Spaghetti Factory Mizithra cheese is my new obsession), a few fun stores here and there and then an evening in Redmond listening to a wonderful Native American storyteller, Paul.  He told traditional tales, played songs on his flute, sang for us, drummed for us, and imparted the wisdom of the Elders unto us.   His mother was there too and she told us some stories from her life.  One of my favorite stories was the Octopus Lady and Crow - click here to see Johnny Moses tell the story.  During the storytelling, Paul would use the word 'haboo' as a way to keep the audience engaged and make sure that they were still listening.  He'd pause and lift a hand to his ear and we had to say 'haboo' to get him going again.  I thought it was fantastic.

Something else that was fantastic about that night: we gathered in a small cabin house in the park and Paul stood there before a large window, playing music, telling us stories, using every part of his body to bring the characters and the music to life and behind him, through the glass, it was snowing.  It was a beautiful scene.  And it kept snowing and snowing until we were unable to go to church the next morning.  Mama V is a UU and Hannah and I were both very excited to check out a service that is not only non-denominational but also accepting of non-Christian forms of spirituality as well.  That didn't work out this time but there is always next time and there is a UU in Coeurd'Alene, so we might get brave and go on our own some time.  The rest of Sunday was spent being lazy at the house (by lazy I mean we stayed in comfy clothes and huddled up inside) doing homework, brainstorming, talking, and drinking tea.

We headed back into Seattle the next morning (we were going to head up to Granite Falls to see the Tsubaki Grand Shrine but the snow and slush sort of dissuaded us) and I rocked at the driving once again!  I got us to Uwijamaya after only looking at the directions on the computer and then flying blind, oh and we didn't even have to pay for parking because we purchased enough inside to validate the parking stub.  It was pretty sweet.  Uwijamaya is sort of like a conglomeration of several stores in one huge building in the International District of Seattle and Hannah and I have wanted to go there ever since one of our friends told us how much she had enjoyed it while she had lived in Seattle for school.  We went, we saw, we bought, we conquered!  And then we went in search of the Space Needle.  I kept calm and fought the one-way streets and bizarre intersections and then, just as we gave up trying to find our way to the Needle, we glimpsed it through a break in the buildings of the Seattle skyline.  The glimpse was all we needed and so we made our way back to the I-90 (the only option at this point being East since we were literally as West as we could be!) and returned to my Aunt's house in Issaquah.

From there, plans changed.  Snoqualmie Pass was unpassable: there was snow, slush, freezing rain, a temperature below freezing, and chains required on all vehicles without four-wheel-drive.  Well, needless to say, my Aunt and everyone decided that we should stay the night.  We did.  I had to call work and tell them that I wouldn't make it in the next day - I think that is the third time in over a year I've had an absence.  I feel bad about it but I figure Gina would rather find someone to cover me than have to find a dress to wear to my funeral.  Anyway, with that decision made and all the necessary parties made aware, my cousin (my Aunt's son) took us out to a wonderful dinner at Olive Garden.  Hannah and I felt so spoiled.  And my little cousin's (my Aunt's grandsons) were just too adorable for words!

The next morning, after a little breakfast and after giving the sun time to rise and help the pass be a bit more amiable, Hannah and I got on the old I-90 again and started for home.  We made great time and excellent gas mileage (about 27 mpg in a decade old car).  Now that we've made the trip, just the two of us, I'm excited for making the trip again in future.  There's so much to do, so many groups to get involved with, wonderful culture, and very dear people in West Washington that I just can't imagine staying away for long.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Dust Bowl and Thor: The Dark World


Still trucking along on my Dust Bowl novel which I am now tentatively calling "The Summer of August Hunt" because it sounds 'oh, so official' and literary.  I might change it eventually to something to do with dreams since that is a theme and actual 'thing' in the novel, but for now it's SoAH.  I think I actually know how I want the novel to end which is awesome because it's a good rule of thumb to know what you will write before FADE OUT before you ever write FADE IN (screenplay writing advice from eons ago).

We found out about workshop groups today via an email sent out from the director of the MFA program.  I'm in a small group of six (including me) and I'm very excited because I will get to have Steve Huff in one workshop and Randall Kenan in the other!  I've never worked with Randall before but have wanted to for a long time.  This is going to be fantastic.  For both workshops, I plan to send in chapters of SoAH and keep the Death Man out of the lime light for a little bit.  I want to work on that novel pretty hard core right after the residency as well as pump out my critical thesis as fast as humanly possible.  I'm going to finish up my ideas for Sterling to look over in the next day or so and then start making book lists for both ideas.  I want to be rocking and rolling by the time I leave Boston.

In other news, Hannah and I had a date day today.  We went to see Thor: The Dark World.  It was supremely kick ass and much better on all fronts than the first Thor.  (Except Anthony Hopkins.  I do love this actor, don't get me wrong, but his performance or 'presence' was just as uninspiring as it was in the first).  And I do love Kenneth Branagh, but his milk toast version of Thor was more of a bedtime story than an action packed smack down.  In this sequel they got a better director.  Much better.  Alan Taylor did a kick ass job of piecing together amazing cinematography, special effects, and witty banter.  The side characters have a much more integral and interesting part to play and the music - OH! the music! - it was wonderful and memorable and not a soft underlying backdrop. This time the music was a character and I loved it. Thank you Brian Tyler! Other things I liked (and some people might consider these things to be spoilers): jocular nudity of a male character, dismemberment, Mjonir's scenic route through New York, boy-saves-girl-girl-dips-boy-and-kisses, and the merriment of chasing birds outside your own dimension.  Oh, and Loki gets into Captain America's pants.  Now go see it!

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Three Civilizations for Consideration

Quetzalcoatl
I have been thinking a great deal about my supernatural themed novel that I started many, many years ago and haven't worked on in a while.  My main character drinks blood but is not a vampire.  A long time ago, Hannah and I wrote an RP wherein I developed a different look at the vampire myth and I reckon it's about time I revisit that idea and see if I can't mold and shape the myth to serve my novel's purpose.  I love strange creatures and urban fantasy set-ups and I also, like Hannah said in her blog recently, love research.  The gradual devouring of knowledge, the stirring of facts until you end up with a strange broth that may or may taste good.  I love that.  So to start me off on some research I found a few sites that detailed three very important and intriguing civilizations of the Americas: the Incas, the Aztecs, and the Maya.  Click here for all three compared in a nutshell and click here to see a neat timeline detailing the development of the measuring of time and the recording of info.  I'm going to read over the religious beliefs (Aztec, Maya, Inca), creation myths, and pretty much anything macabre and strange that I can find about these cultures.  I'm at the beginning of my studies but right off I think it's interesting how the oldest one (the Mayan) is the only one that really survived.  The civilization disappeared but was not destroyed and there are over 6 Million Mayan descendants still alive today.  These descendants keep many of the old rituals and traditions alive including sacrifice (usually of turkeys).

I was always very interested in these civilizations when we learned about them in school.  I loved the names of the Aztec cities and I loved that idea of the floating city.  As for the Maya; I fell in love with the movie Apocalypto when I was in college.  There was much groaning surrounding this film because it painted a dark and ritualistically inaccurate picture of the Mayan culture.  Fair enough.  It did.  But aside from it's faults I found that the movie A) shows that people, no matter the time period, no matter the culture, all have the same needs and desires and fears, and B) does a great job depicting Aztec sacrifice and feeding my artistic gore side.  But it's not just for the blood that I love the movie, it's for the desire to survive, the desire to protect, and it's for the ending, which, yes, we all know is completely and utterly historically wrong.  In the end, the Spanish arrive on the coast and the main character and his family just slip away.  (The Spanish did not actually encounter the Maya, this movie sort of mixes Aztec and Mayan histories for, what I hope to be, the sake of storytelling).

The Return of Quetzalcoatl
Anyway, in the end, the Spanish show up and Jaguar Paw and his family slip away rather than confronting them or attacking them.  They just sort of disappear into the mist which is, essentially, what the entire civilization did.  It just sort of disappeared. (The reason for their disappearance is ambiguous but we do know it wasn't the Spanish as the movie might suggest).  The ends of the Aztecs and the Incans was not nearly so mysterious:  they were discovered and summarily destroyed by famous Spanish explorers (Cortes and Pizarro respectively).

While I will be investigating all of these cultures, I have a feeling the Aztec's mythology will most likely win out in helping to form my vampire-like creature.  Another little bias I have for the Aztec's is my camp name: Quetzal.  I chose it because the quetzal bird is just damn adorable, but also because it is the first word of the Aztec god, Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent.  Click here for a lovely print by Jasmine Becket-Griffith. Yep, you know how you learn some random ancient word or name and then it becomes your go to phrase when you want to sound smart or want to scream something out in euphemistic glory?  Yeah, Quetzalcoatl was one of those for me.  That and 'Zaphenath Paneah,' which is what the Egyptian's renamed Joseph and his coat and his many colors.  I named a fish that... funnily enough today is the very first time I've ever seen the name written.  I've been saying it since grade school (it just felt fun in my mouth) and now, thanks to Google, I finally know how to spell it, haha!  I digress.  I'm looking forward to studying these ancient civilizations and continuing to work on my re-envisioned vampire creature in the future.  As part of my studies, I will also be revisiting Dr. Bob Curran's Vampires, which covers, to some degree, the myriad of vampiric lore from around the world, including South and Central America.

The Temptation of Quetzalcoatl
Because I couldn't resist posting this delicious piece that I stumbled upon... XD

Monday, October 7, 2013

Some Norse Goddess Art

Skadi
Hannah has fallen in love Freya from Norse Mythology.  In my support, I've found some gorgeous Freya statues on Amazon.com that will hopefully decorate our living room when we finally have our own place.  While checking out some more Freya art and busts, I stumbled upon a lovely statue of Skadi.  I recognized the name from my own study of Norse Mythology (this was during my post college period - long before the movies that recently sparked much public interest - and I mainly studied Loki because how many gods get to be a father and a mother?) but I couldn't remember the story behind this goddess.  Today, I looked for various images of her and also Hel (one of Loki's kids).  For now, I have some pretty pictures to share of these two goddesses.  I'll probably have a bit more (like actual writing) on Skadi and Hel later - Hannah's planning on writing about Freya on her her own blog. 
Goddess Skadi
Skadi Statue
Thor: Goddess Skadi