Musings

When it was released in 1996, 30 years ago, Zoon found me at a point of real darkness, not wandering through the forest darkness, but displaced from my self darkness. It was a bandage pressing against a raw and open wound. And it held that broken part of me when nothing else would. The lyrics spoke to something in me, saying I know this territory, you are not alone in it. Zoon became more than just my salve, it became my sanctuary.

The blood of the deer people, the Ita aⁿyadi, flows through my veins. I feel their gentle spirits guiding me, their magic protects me, and their wildness calls me home to the forest.

I am dancing in the rain, Arms gently swaying, weaving threads, Hips undulate to ancient tunes, Returning me to Outremer

She is as old as time itself, and she smells like swamp, sex and death. New Orleans is my home and heart, I carry her inside me, like a devotional, though I now live far from her.