IKTOMI

SPIDER

Fear of the Unseen

When you concentrate on the goals before you

you can walk through the fear to the other side.

                                           -- Lakota Spiritualiy

Sun 4.01.24,

Tomorrow being Easter we celebrate Jesus having risen from the dead, a time of hope and rejuvenation, with the garden’s fragile crocuses fighting their way through the earth’s hard crust and snow patches, to delight us with their spunk, we celebrate the coming spring.   

Our world is in such turmoil, little children and their families being subjected to such horrors in Gaza, and nations goading one another pushing for war, a world war to determine the new hegemon.  We are living in a historic period that will be written about and analyzed for a hundred years.  Will it be a nuclear war?  We are shuffled to and fro at the bidding of “our leaders.”

I offer this song by Janis Joplin to ease the heart’s turmoil.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKrO4f96T1o

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razer
That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, it's only seed

It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong

Just remember, in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love
In the spring, becomes the rose

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MANHATTAN SEERESS NOW ON EBOOKS

Eight o'clock Sunday morning, the police arrive at her apartment in Greenwich Village, "How long have you been living here?" The roommate Elizabeth, after having accepted her half of the deposit money and rent for their new apartment, has called the police. 

New York City doesn’t open its arms to welcome her, but she’s arrived and the adventure of her life is about to unfold.  She’s come from Maine with an invitation from Sarah Lawrence College to participate in the graduate writing program.

How one becomes a seeress is what this memoir explores. Stories have been specifically selected to illustrate, from the sublime to the practical, a spiritual journey introduced in each chapter by an atout, the Tarot’s major archetypes.   From the Fool, to The World, our human journey with its risk and folly unfolds. There is also an artist here alive to her new world seeking inspiration among artists on the Lower East side, learning the ways and foods of her Chinese neighbors, falling in love.