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Sam’s new friend.

They ate crab balls, fire-roasted taquitos and downed bottle after bottle of seaweed grog.

Aaaaarh, t’were a good day at the beach!

Sam just flossed out one of his silver molars!

Sheesh. For a moment there, I thought I might have to yank it-dangling by a thread… Poor boy, he was white as a sheet at the thought.

One glass of ice water later, the bloody thing fell right out.

Phew.

Golden Key, my four day meditation weekend, launched with an intense, extremely bizarre dream.

So, I’m in the trailer I grew up in(for anyone who doesn’t already know-I grew up in a wierd hippie commune in the Northern Maine woods).

I’m there with a bunch of friends, adults, but somehow child-like. I feel responsible and protective of them. Two nasty, cruel, large, powerful, muscular dudes arrive and bully their way in. They are taking charge and I’m trying to hide my ‘kids’. But it’s too late, they’ve already seen us and my people are dragged outside.

I’m powerful, I’m not afraid for myself-I know they can’t kill me-but my friends are lined up out in the garden and the demon(I’ve recognized now that one of the evildoers is a major demon) is killing them one by one.

I know I can’t do anything until just the right moment, so I stand on top of the stone wall that borders the garden, watching my people fall. The fourth man in line is very dear to me and when the demon reaches him, it turns, grasps my eyes with it’s piercing gaze and grins maliciously. I step forward, knowing it’s almost time.

The demon grasps the man by his neck and ankles and bends him, turning him this way and that like a doll. The man shrinks, wriggles painfully and turns blue and the demon humiliates him deliberately and provocatively, laughing this raw, crackling laugh, then smacks him hard again and the man disappears.

I walk towards the creature, angry, but crisply and decisively so. My movements precise and articulate. I’m face to face with it suddenly and it pushes it’s nasty face up towards mine. I suddenly know it’s going to kiss me and gross as that seems(imagining slavering demon tongue), I lean into the kiss.

The demon kisses me, parting my lips with it’s hard, hot wetness and I feel something tiny and edged slip into my mouth. I pull back and the demon laughs.

This little hard thing is on my tongue. I spit it into my palm and horrified, see it’s a miniature, perfect, white sculpture of my friend.

A voice speaks: ‘You have to be quick’ I turn towards the fallen bodies.

It’s his mother, his dead mother. She looks at me and though she’s still dead, she tells me to put the tiny likeness into his skull. And, there, laying by her feet is a dry, yellow skull.

It’s his. I know it. I’ve felt that skull under my fingers… I pick it up. There’s this little eye-shaped crevice in the back of the cranium. I look at the figure in my palm and see that it is starting to crumble. Hastily, I place it in the crevice and press-it melts into the bone and the skull shrinks, fitting nicely in my hand. It feels solid, slightly warm, smooth and good to hold onto, like the small ocean-smoothed stones I sometimes carry in my pockets.

I walk away, holding the small yellow skull wrapped in my fist, like a talisman.

Go listen to the Brobdingnagian Bards.

Really, best drinking songs ever. Plus all the Tolkien references you could possibly want. Love Sam Gamgee’s lament: ‘The Ring of Hope’.

Also a lovely cover of Monty Python’s ‘Always live on the bright side of life’ and don’t miss ‘The Scottsman’ and the grandly irish ode to ‘Beer, beer, beer’!

Link via Azra

Azra’s resurfaced!

I love this woman. Her gorgeous paintings, ambling sketches, goddess chasing… Love it when she vents her goofiness in cartoon form, or tells her curious, capricious tales.

Ah, Azra. It would so be worth the trip to the woebegone wildlands of Tennessee, just to get chased off her Bertgarten Sage by her wicked sharp tongue, fierce gaze and slavering tiger-sized grimalkins.

Welcome back to the virtual world.

I finally decided it’s finished. Was gonna make it a bit stormier looking in the background, but all this gentle rain has made an impression on me, I guess.

C’est finit.

The last Little Red Studio was the bestest ever! We did this gorgeous collaborative bodypainting/creature/goddess/dessert piece…

Dessert was super-gourmet fruit shakes with cherries on top and so I painted Sam(the sexilicious redhead) all white and milky with a cherry tree… and Lisa, well, she wanted crows-CROWS?!

Yep. So the crows are stealing the cherries and ohmygod what an exquisite pair of goddesses they made!

And{blush}, I got to paint them on the main stage and once finished, clap my hands to summon the creatures(Cody and Eva{swoon}), who were brought rebelliously straining against their handler’s chains to heel at the feet of my duo while Kim brought us his amazing, delectable concoction for me to offer up to the goddess’ pleasure. Then we served the guests. Yum.

Sigh. Such an evening… When the performing was all done, I danced on the altar with the goddesses and creatures-it’s not often you get to shake your velvet-clad bootie with a quartet of mostly naked, wickedly scrumptious women. It was heaven(if heaven could ever be SO damnably sexy).

Sorry about the low photo quality-we only had a camera phone, dang it.

Sophia, David and I performed at a swank party last saturday night-the firespinning(and of course, the nekkid paintiness) was to be a surprise treat for the guests, so they hid us away in the papered-off art studio whilst I painted the blazing hot duo. It was quite well done, as the guests could see tantalizing silhouettes of me painting the pair on the papered windows, but couldn’t quite make out what was really going on, until they stepped out in all their flaming glory.

I love this one-all Kaliesque, only lacking a scimitar or two and some severed heads. Oh well, maybe next time.

Hurray for burning booties!

More pretty, firey flickr’d pics.

My friend Cody is full of bright ideas-like getting up at 7 on a saturday morning to go hiking up Rattlesnake Ridge…

Seriously though, it was more than bright-it was a spectacularly brilliant day and we had a fabulous picnic, blissing out at the gorgeous view.

Thanks Cody-maybe I won’t complain so much about the hour of departure next time.

No promises, though.