I sit down here at night, (after the buzz has settled into a quiet drone) and I've marked black lines through everything I could cram in. Then I try to think of something meaningful to share here with you.
Well, there are more medicine bundles listed in my shop than ever before. I've tried to include every one possible since the requests are rolling in each day and I seem not to be able to keep them well organized. And there are plenty of BEAR to be had-I've replenished stock on what I need to keep those flowing because, my stars, mama Bear and her love of her beautiful body is a popular one.
I'm scaling back on doing custom work for a bit just until I can restructure to handle the load and find my own feet again. Oh, there is a Grandfather Bear that I am woking on for a client and so a version of that will appear this week. It does seem like so many of the bundles have a feminine angle, and so this might speak to the elders or the men whom I seemed to have neglected a bit.
There is always SO much to share. But I'm so wasted at the end of the day, it sits untold. Let me begin with Maya.
She sends out easy email prompts and recommends no more than thirty minutes be spent on writing-which means five for me because I didn't know where to pull the time from when I signed up, I only knew that I love Maya and her ways, and I needed to grease the ol' pen up. I'm literally, as I sit here with very little energy, SO EXCITED to share the best part, which is the way this woman gives feedback. Oh my god. It's like she went to artwritingcritique school and got her freaking master's degree! Not only was her feedback thoughtful and really succint, but I felt very seen for my particular style of writing and also for what I was able to crank out in literally five minutes on the days I was able to participate. Here is one of my poems:
underneath it all there is a molten core
of light and shining colors,
of poetry, and that
life force of passion for which
there is no name in the western world.
of layers slathered on i say that
it takes a lifetime to peel them away
from my gentleness that got lost.
of skins added for armor and protection
they now wish to slide off down
the muddy chute like the one in romancing the stone
when kathleen turner seemed much more feminine
than she does now.