Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Like snakes.

My whole life is one long drawn out shamanic journey; deep and strange. Like a snake slithering on the ground it is.

I don't have normal experiences. I have synchronicities, serendipities, miracles and mysteries. I have questions that are answered through life and life that answers questions.


The places that feed me and stimulate me are old, ancient and full of experiences. People who interest me are other shamanic movers who like snakes move through the shadows, like Louisiana blues. These, my people, are everywhere; New York City underground, New Orleans, Santa Monica mountains, in the winters, in the forests, in the hills and in the trees. They are poets, artists, musicians . . . endless soul travelers.