July 10, 2003
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Some Loose Ends
I have just finished transcribing Episode 8 of the Adventures of Melody Andrewsdottir at Greyfox’s site. It includes one of my favorite exchanges between Mel and her mentor, Naomi Chortling Wolverine. Naomi has been preparing Melody to tune her brainwaves down from beta through alpha and theta, to the Ultimate State of feta, for her first shamanic journey–
“I am ready,” I said.
“No you’re not,” she said.
“I am not ready,” I said.
She smiled. “In the words of the Yanquidoodle Indians, close, but no cigar.”
She frowned. (Naomi was prone to mood swings.) “That was a very confused tribe,” she said. “But then, they smoked a lot of peyote.”
“Aren’t you supposed to chew peyote?” I asked.
“Most people do, although you can avoid the nausea by inserting it rectally. But I said they were confused, didn’t I? Let us continue. In order to attain the feta state, you can use one of several means, such as drugs, meditation, rubbing two stones together, chanting, ecstatic dancing, or drumming.”
“That first sounds pretty good. Do I get a choice?”
“Nope!”
“Rats!”
While I was doing that and thinking about some petty annoyances that have developed in our work on KaiOaty’s site, from the connections with totse.com, I remembered that I still had unposted photos from my latest trip to town. What with all this maintaining of three separate blogs, his, mine, and ours, mine is getting neglected a lot. I haven’t done an episode of memoirs since Mercury’s last direct station, whenever that was. I wonder when it’s gonna be retrograde again… Oh well, I’ll drive off that bridge when I come to it, as my sweetheart says.
I almost didn’t stop at Kashwitna Lake on the way home Tuesday night. There was so much haze in the sky that the silhouettes of the Alaska Range–McKinley, Foraker and the rest, were indistinct. There was no mist, not much of anything of note, until I was past the turnoff to the parking area and level with the big open view of the lake. I glanced back over my shoulder. The moon seemed worth capturing, so I went on to the next driveway, turned around, and drove back to the parking area. Then I walked back up the shoulder of the highway to where I could get an unobstructed shot at the moontrail on the water. That’s natural light there, the same color I was seeing.
And this is the source of the color, that hazy red sky to the north. Since I was already there, I decided to go on and shoot the mountains anyway.
Tomorrow, it is back down the valley again to the city for me. I’m going in early, I think, in order to catch the bag sale at The Treasure Loft thrift store–all I can pack into a paper grocery sack for $5.00, and I can pack a lot of stuff, rolled up tight and stuffed down hard. I guess I’ll start loading stuff that I need to take into the car, because I won’t be fully awake until I’m halfway down the valley in the morning.
Comments (10)
when you click on the shot of the lake, you can see a light across there. that’s so cool. now my mind’s in overdrive wondering who it is, what it is. don’t really want to know i don’t think…i believe i prefer imagining. gets me by it does.
loose ends are okay things…
oh and yanquidoodle?…ouch…hahah!
Those pics are fabulous…….I feel like I’m just repeating myself and being redundant when I say that, but hey, what else can I say? lol…….that paper bag sale sounds cool
great, great photos
The pictures are great–thanks.
Oh my, this is so great. Thanks for the pics.
The reflection off the lake is awesome.
Great pics, Kathy! you sure live in pretty county!
I always love your blogs when they include pics.
Lovely post, nice pics.
Mara
The pics are glorious … as is keeping up on you and yours.
You’re always on my mind, ya know? Good. I thought you did.
Oh yeah … that light out there at the opposite end of the lake is rather haunting. Well done!