Gettysburg Spring

   Available as an ebook, it ought to be released in paperback and hardcover soon. Purple Witch and I had such fun birthdays. Thank You! 

Gettysburg Spring

Gettysburg Three

The Silver Lining

Cupid's New Digs

Frankie wants my Birthday Presents

Brando & Elvis were Native American

   Beginning to get more than a little pissy about the fact that I'm claiming Brando and Elvis way more Native American than Fauxcohontas, Yall. 😠 Alright, this picture was in the restroom of Anthony's Coal Fired Pizza, and Ron is trying to claim him as a guinea. Not happening. Spare me, "hillbillies" from Ohio. 💕💖💕 Who else had more than his fair share of Indian? Jimi Hendrix! 🌈💗🌈

Rameses

Get Rameses

 

Dreams 6/9

 I dreamed it was my first day of college, and I was moving in to my dorm. The resident advisor gave me directions to my room, the key, and led the way. He said not to notice the noxious smells coming from the back cooridor, to hold my breath. When we passed through that way the white hallway held a beauty parlor. There were children, getting permanent waves with plastic shower caps on their heads. After I'd gotten to my room I was sitting and talking with a big wooly man with ram's horns. He was kind of scary. 

Nino Rota e Federico Fellini

Making wedding soup for a friend... 

The Best People

Aw, I got so many cards again I had to put them around the entry like Christmas. I really know the best people. And, so many say I'm missed. It's one thing to be loved, but another to be missed, maybe better because you might love somebody but not miss them. I LOVE and MISS YOU too! Thank You! And, not just for the birthday cards and gifts but also for chatting me up. 🎈 There are no less than seven Ariens in my life and since Easter crept up so fast this year I'm afraid some of my cards and gifts may be late. They'll get there. Sent out one card already, Hola!✨, and have cookies to bake and wedding soup to make for my second ram after Easter. ɤɤɤɤɤɤɤ I'm having a good time today putting my new doll book together. I'm working on magic dolls and faeries just now, up to page forty-seven. I presume this one will be paperback like Hoagie which ought to be out soon; but, I've got a 270 page watercolored hardback book in the works too. I've also been enjoying The Good Place. Daddy would've loved it. Season two had me laughing silly last night. Good stuff. 💕

 

Dreams 5/16

Big dreams tonight, see what I can recall. First, another Billy Hargrave dream from Stranger Things. Mummy and I were visiting his house with my pet, Johnny ferret. Mummy and I were upstairs in Billy's home while Johnny was downstairs in his little tan carrier. I had gone down to clean him out, but Billy was there and had already done it. I was holding and kissing Johnny ferret when Billy kissed me, and I told him I loved him.  
 

Next, the dream began at a winter carnival around Christmas. It was night and there was snow glistening, but it wasn't very cold. The carnival was sort of a drag, and I found my aunt in the back of one of the tents, working, there. I told her I loved her, and she asked me to bring her a hot sausage sandwich. I told her I'd do better than that. I went walking down a dark corridor, something like Kennywood, Tim was there, and I left him and went into a lit office where there was a girl behind the counter. My friend, Keith, was there, only high school age, probably tenth grade. He looked very cute, smiling and sunny. I told him the carnival was a dud, and we needed his Snow Ball. He agreed. A parade of people came out of the tent, dressed in various winter costumes, the kind you'd see in the twenties, made out of tinsel, crepe paper, and garland. Keith's costume was a snow shower. You could not see him for walking along behind a cascade of iridescent strands of what looked like plastic streamers like people hang across a doorway at parties, only the streamers were regular size. Then, I went and joined a type of carnival game, I guess, it was. I liked the boy at the ticket booth. He was great big with dark hair and looked like Daddy. I found a doll, there, who looked like a little doll with yarn pigtails and a beaded face, but when I picked her up she was life sized, as big as me. She was a soft rag doll and wore a white dress. The Day Will Come When You'll Be Sorry was embroidered across the front. She was three dollars. I kept her and continued looking around. The dark haired boy was with me.  I saw a big stuffed ram sticking out of a brown paper box. He had a red, white, and blue patchwork body with calico like designs. I picked him up, still holding on to the doll and saw he was fifty cents. His horns were dark and when I thought I'd get him for Theresa he suddenly came to life. I went and paid the woman with the brown hair pulled back into a bun and long blue calico dress, who was sitting at the entrance where I found the doll, for both of them. She asked if I took ten dollars off, then, said that it was better that I didn't. I walked on with the dark haired boy. I was wondering what I was going to feed the ram. He had big lit golden eyes which seemed to spin around and sparkled. He was a very happy thing, and I thought maybe Glenn Michael would want him. Then, the boy was playing another kind of game where he wrote the word FROGILE on a slip of white paper. I laughed and told him that fragile was spelled with an A. He seemed embarrassed, and I reassured him that it was alright because I liked them big and stupid. I gave him the doll.  

There might have been another dream that I've forgotten. Not sure, but sometimes I forget the ones in between. 

WOW! Thank You!

I got so many birthday cards this year they were cluttering up the card spot. I had to put them around the entry like Christmas. They'll be going into my overloaded album where I keep cards, ticket stubs, programs, and letters from the past few years. I have the most wonderful family and friends. 

Easter Week

Just wanted to wish my BFF a happy birthday. I've got so many Arien friends and family: really blessed. My Easter table is extra festive this year. The tablecloth is from my girlfriend in Holland. I made the rabbit plate. Chick was Mummy's gnome. I sent out fourteen gnomes last year, but I still have thirty-some. Reading an old auction catalog I discovered a hundred-year-old German made gypsy caravan for dolls. I might show the materials I've been gathering to make The Three Witches, (all Aries), one to travel to the Beltane celebration this year. It's going to be hot. 

 

Manitowak

Manitowak

He might have sprung from dream:

golden head, the ram, not what he seemed.

Great, he emanated a powerful shine,

enlightening my despair; I thought him divine.

Anthropomorphic, he appeared,

robed in an illuminated garland pattern, entwined:

three sisters: maize, squash, and beans,

serpents, and trees,

and dangling ornament: wampum, nuts, and seeds.

Awe struck, he grew, changed, ascending

through the cosmic heavens, time, pending.

I rolled over, my chrysalis, maybe in fear,

I thought myself evil, I might have been blessed,

for this is what he communicated

from his blazen chest:

He had risen from the ahchu,

come from the hill,

older than ancient, and older, still.

He was visiting from The Underworld,

blown in by the wind,

to appease The Lenape,

consecrate the sin.

They slept in the mound of earth

behind the seed mill,

where the blackbirds gather to watch.

Their coffins are dry roots,

Sumac and such.

The sepulcher is empty,

gathering dust,

but the cairn is not deserted,

the strong shades hunt at dusk.

The Metinuak had known him,

so long ago,

when man respected nature and lived by the bow.

Now the spring had run dry, exhausted,

and needed fed,

if not by magic teeth and mythic toads,

then by willing victims, sleeping in their beds.

He came if called, still sullen, stoic,

he came here to reap.

He joined in the harvest, slash, and burn.

He must've been curious, or sensitive: deep,

for he spared me a slaying, and I settled to sleep.

I was haunted by his vision,

drowning in guilt,

I felt I'd been lassoed and

buried in silt.

I reasoned him demonic, going on what I knew,

deceptive, fraudulent,

my suspicion grew.

I believed him from another dimension,

beyond the sun and stars.

I imagined him meeting Hercules,

Min, from Mars.

He had been dashing, but it was those horns.

I figured him from Lucifer and fired my scorn.

Still, he'd creep into my painting,

he flooded my thought.

I made him a doll,

I thought I should not.

The doll, named, Ram I Am, is crafted of clay,

and I began to find him within my own psyche that day.

It became a wonder, I started to look,

rooting through archives, I read every book.

I found him six times in Egypt,

in a cave in Crete.

He is ritualized in Exodus, Leviticus, too,

Celtic chief of The Underworld,

sophisticated,

nothing new.

He is of spirit: life force, sacred to some.

The Grandfather, guardian,

passion of love.

His blood is holy

and blesses the home.

He rules from his mountain zone.

Far from my enemy, he is Netap,

happy friend.

He was here in the beginning

and will burn through the end.

Dana Lee

Manitowak

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