2020 is making it hella hard to be thankful. But yet, as they tell us: it could be worse. Yea but it could be a lot better! LOL Yes it could be both but the level of have and have nots have little to do with gratitude. It’s a state of being. Existing in a space of grace and thanks. It is not friggin easy (especially after some asshole clipped my side mirror. no damage but dude watch where you’re going!) I shot a short for my acting class Go On Now. It was super fun. My purple bead can attest to that! I am at 62k+ words with Folly! And I thought it was gonna be like 35!! Ha! They story is a tad repetitive. I’ll fix it. I always do. The story is reaching a cool climax. The first of three battles. Yea ok Tolkien I know.Of it ain’t broke? I got a wonderful note, below, from Angela saying An Elf to Live For made her sick friend laugh. It made me cry! So very cool! It filled up my soul! I don’t need to sella million copies or get excellent reviews, that was enough for me. ALSO I think I’m in the right frame of mind to illustrate TITI. I might have faith in the world again? We shall see. I’m also working on a trilogy of Viking porn because why-not?
This pic is of our Ancestor Table for Samhain! It was a great night and rite. We started here and sang/danced/drummed calling upon Spirits and specifically Gehde Nibo to help heal the fallen form violent crimes and those lost in the chaos and confusion of Covid. SO much is so bad. BUT as I am writing this (I just couldn’t with the stress of election to post Oct…) Biden won so there’s a glimmer f hope somewhere… I think. Anyway we continued our drums and laughter till we got to a fire and performed for the spirits who wanted to party!! It was very cool. Also with my ADF group I we held an awesome Morrigan Dagda ritual before I left for JT. It too was lovely. I have been working a lot recently with ancestor things. Feeling connections. It’s always been difficult for me…familial pasts….. I remember the moment I realized that my ancestors were also every queer. Every writer. Every bard. These are the ancestors of my spirit. What connection do they bring me? And how do they tell my story and I theirs? What story is next?
I also reached out and found out I have been wrong for decades! Ugh we are not part Algonquin but Abenaki! Which makes so much more sense! If my maternal Grandmother hadn’t ben so… much of what she was, we’d have a tribal connection.
Well suffice to say this birthday was not one for the books. Unless the book is being published in the bowls of hell by a bag of dicks. Big Bear was much needed. Sort of grounded me. Let’s be honest: life is hard right now. For the entire world. Like everyone. BUT with all my blessings I’m still trying to be positive and empowered. New headshots! BAM! They’re kind of intense but that’s apparently what I got to sell so hook-me-up! I kind of feel all Shakespearean in this one How dost the time flieth my lord? Had a few auditions on zoom, that was a learning curve. But the more I do the better I get at it. I remember saying back in the day acting is the easy part everything else is a bitch. I finished, sort of, Sex in the Time of Covid. It’s funny but don’t think I’m gonna do it? It’s not just because it’s super graphic, it’s also cause I’m not sure what I’m adding to the world. Ya know? Like funny is good and people need to laugh but after reading it I was sort of like Ok but what are you saying about life? Love? Responsibility?