For Yule, a dear friend of me gave me the book “Shaman The Paintings of Susan Seddon Boulet” and she asked me if I already had it. I was fairly certain I did, but I didn’t want to tell her so. When I got home, I looked through my bookcase and found that I in fact did NOT have this particular book. The copy that I poured over years ago, devouring every poem and image with my hungry soul, belonged to my twin sister Jane. We shared an apartment years ago, before she found her Love and I found mine. It is a treasure of words and images, first published in 1989 at the height of the the New Age movement. That movement has diminished, tainted by the greed of false teachers, and the gullibility of the desperate. I watched as the local large expo grew smaller and smaller, and the hopeful spirit failed and foundered in the public scrutiny.
I miss that hope, that sense of curiosity in understanding the nature of things, the joy of discovering sage for the first time, my first steps into all things metaphysical. Because it was real, and powerful, and filled my life with meaning and magic. In 2003 when I was laid off from my day job, I still had that hope. I cashed in my 401K and started on my new job as a full time artist. It lasted until 2007, when it was clear I could no longer continue, I had to give it up and get a day job. But now, after setting down my brushes, I am ready to explore those visions of a different world again. And to make it real, in the hear and now. Our reality does not need to be hopeless, loveless, and dreary. We can and will create a new world full of music, art, beauty, gardens, and a new culture to honor the earth. The shit has hit the fan, let’s make some fertilizer!