We have been on a bit of a hiatus. Not really. Last week we went on a little vision quest-- made it all the way to the mountains of Virginia. The experience was thick with animal encounters: turtles, fish, hawks, rabbits, deer; the usual. But some unusual stuff as well: a butterfly wing fell on me from the sky -- and I was nearly peed on by a tiger.
We met some human animals, too. One fine fellow wound up being our camping butler, swimming hole bloodhound, river guide. He was so clearly a red bear. Unfortunately, I didn't have a bear with me. But I'm pretty confident that I can get that guy his red river bear through this vast and growing spirit animal network.. One of these days.
Bottom line: we are river dipped-- renewed, refreshed, and ready.
Big stuff coming up here at the beast factory. A whole new batch is about to be fired. Animals are about to go scattering across the state. And we were recently mentioned in an article in SALT magazine.
Making waves! Check your pockets! Check your socks!
Part community art project, part spiritual journey-- because beasts are everywhere, and we're all a little animal.
Friday, July 18, 2014
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
House grouse and the dog days of summer
It's July! Hurricane Arthur and Independence day are racing each other to the weekend. Seems like chaos and entropy are about to be afoot.
Last Sunday we put a chipmunk somewhere downtown. (I know, we've got to branch out a little from our typical dive bar haunts. It'll happen.) Chipmunks are talkers. Happy little talkers.
We gave away a grouse/partridge to a very capable gifter. Surely it found it's place in the world. We know two things about the grouse: 1. When coyotes pounce on field mice they create little paths for grouse chicks to get around. Naturally when coyote populations are decimated these little paths cease to exist and those fluffy little grouse chicks get caught in the tall grass and die. 2. Grouse have wings and can fly but they usually don't. They prefer to stay close to the ground.
Whoever got this little bird: you have wings! Don't die in the grass! Fly up! Also, you'd be wise to remember we are all in some giant unfathomable symbiotic relationship. I bet the grouse never looks at the coyote and thinks: we need each other. But they do.
Speaking of coyotes, a whole batch of fired canines are about to hit the town for the dog days of summer: foxes, wolves, coyotes. Keep your eyes peeled, Spirit People!
Last Sunday we put a chipmunk somewhere downtown. (I know, we've got to branch out a little from our typical dive bar haunts. It'll happen.) Chipmunks are talkers. Happy little talkers.
We gave away a grouse/partridge to a very capable gifter. Surely it found it's place in the world. We know two things about the grouse: 1. When coyotes pounce on field mice they create little paths for grouse chicks to get around. Naturally when coyote populations are decimated these little paths cease to exist and those fluffy little grouse chicks get caught in the tall grass and die. 2. Grouse have wings and can fly but they usually don't. They prefer to stay close to the ground.
Whoever got this little bird: you have wings! Don't die in the grass! Fly up! Also, you'd be wise to remember we are all in some giant unfathomable symbiotic relationship. I bet the grouse never looks at the coyote and thinks: we need each other. But they do.
Speaking of coyotes, a whole batch of fired canines are about to hit the town for the dog days of summer: foxes, wolves, coyotes. Keep your eyes peeled, Spirit People!
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