Musings

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.

I wanted to reimagine the Biblical Watchers as Kami. It's fascinating how the Watchers, when viewed through a Shinto lens, take on characteristics that feel quite natural within Japanese spiritual tradition. The Watchers' role as teachers of forbidden knowledge transforms into something closer to the Kami's role as guardians and embodiments of natural forces and human endeavours.

During this vision I connected with the source of all creation, a place of transformation so complete that it appears as a void, but it’s not inert…it is alive, sparkling, responsive…and it is completely accessible to us if we can silence the distractions that surround us, and the ones inside us.