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I searched to find the love within….

I called the post that because my first thought was, “I bet you wonder where I’ve been…” And the truth is, there has been quite a bit of soul searching going on.  My shamanic training has kept me very busy…and when things start happening that haven’t happened to you before that you never really pictured being a part of your life…it’s a little disorienting.  It’s starting to ramp up, too, so I kind of have to roll with it or bail, and I’m trying to learn how to roll with it.  (I have a Dreamwidth account where I track that stuff, and it’s mostly public.  It’s under Mowglikat, and the tag is “Shamanigans” if you’re interested in stuff like that).

original draft for Casa Carcosa sign
original draft for Casa Carcosa sign

The piece I’ve had on hold all this time is this sign.  It’s kind of been the bane of my existence, and it caused me to stop all artistic work and believe I have no talent and will never be a good burner.

There are several reasons for this, starting with the basic design.  Carcosa is a game created by a good friend, Adrian Berk, and the world takes place in The Dreaming. (It’s funny how the Shamanic work makes that place so specific in my head, but that’s a digression.)  The game has Lovecraftian overtones, or undertones, really, and when he and his wife bought their first house, my husband immediately started calling it Casa Carcosa, and the name stuck.  I thought it would be neat to have a sign which reflected the world, but still named their house, yadda yadda, and I suddenly came up with the idea of, “HEY!  It could have TENTACLES!  And the tentacles could make the letters!  (Way too difficult) Or maybe bordering the sign!  (Better, but boring, and kind of dead) Or interacting with the letters!  (Yes!  Great idea! Much more ominous and alive! Love it!)

Wait….How do i draw a tentacle?  It’s not as simple as it sounds.  In order to give it movement and life, it has to simultaneously imply strength and delicacy and fluidity.  It’s more than just shape….it’s implications BEHIND the shape.  So I started researching tentacles, tentacle art, tentacle photos, and I confess a little Hentai, because I always wondered what it was and because the anime style of art should bring the drawing down to very simple lines, which would be helpful.

(side note: I’ve come to the conclusion that men who are fans of hentai just probably feel like they don’t have enough penises.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that….just…just make sure you learn how to handle the one you’ve already got, okay?  Too many guys don’t.  Don’t be that guy.)

So anyway, I eventually settled on using photographs as a base for the tentacles, and I wanted them to be grabbing the letters off the sign.  So that first image above was before I figured out how I was going to do that.

Eventually I figured out they would actually be plucking the letters, which was the idea I wanted, but it caused a couple of different problems.

The problem is where the tentacle overlaps the "A"
The problem is where the tentacle overlaps the “A”

See, I burned the letter.  And then I became REALLY unhappy with that tentacle.  It was too wispy, too delicate, not muscular enough.  That became compounded by the second tentacle, which came out awesome.

Very happy with the feel of it
Very happy with the feel of it

So when I went to sand up the tentacle on the left to do it over, some of the letter was already seriously deeply burned into the wood, and in order to get it out, I had to gouge the wood a little bit, which makes burning difficult, and finishing/staining awkward.

PLUS I couldn’t figure out how to fix the damn tentacle, because nothing looked right.  I eventually settled on this design, which looked angular and fake, but came from a totally legit photo of an octopus.

I put this whole sign on hold for months.  In fact, for so long that I thought I might never burn again because I just sucked.  Then I was like, “I can’t let this thing get the better of me.  In all the work I’ve done, every time I come up against something like this I put it down for a while, and when I come back I learn something completely new that really adds to my skill base.  Let me get back in gear.”  So I did.

Totally legit.  Swearsies.
Totally legit. Swearsies.

As you can see I’ve done some of the shading by now.  I also made the mistake of doing the suckers first and starting on the left…so I figured I’d shade them and then make the darker center.  When I did the right side, I did the darker center first, and it looked MUCH better with NO shading.  So I had to sand up some of the work on the left to readdress it, AND I used a Dremel to sand out some of the gouging by the letter A on the left.

Sign for Casa Carcosa
Sign for Casa Carcosa

And here’s the tentacle on the right, which looks FAR superior to the tentacle on the left.

Boss Tentacle.
Boss Tentacle.

The grain is fighting me kind of hard on this one too.  You can’t tell, because I’ve spent extensive time trying to even out the burn, but if you’re looking for it you can see it in the shaded bits.  That’s just going to have to be more time, there’s no way around that.

So now that I’ve got the basic concept down, I need to 3-d it up a bit.  I’m debating whether the letters should have shadows or not, I haven’t decided.  But the tentacles definitely need it, and each individual sucker is going to need some work to make it pop.

But I like it, at least.  And it’s not telling me I suck anymore.  So that’s an improvement.

Lammas 2017

Lammas. Lunasadgh. First Harvest.

I didn’t write yet for first harvest this year. I didn’t have ritual this year either. Ritual is something that has come into my life on a more regular basis. Ironically, as prone as I am to the “Deep Dive” I have gone shallow for ritual…5 or 10 minutes daily. My teacher says I need to revisit that, go deeper, and I’m surprised at the fact that I haven’t been doing that already. I seek information, and I get it….I get it at an astonishing rate…so fast that I’m downloading it and storing it without processing it. I need to process. I need to stop this almost BitTorrent pace, and instead replay in slow motion…listen to the commentaries….translate the dreams, the omens, whatever it is I’ve been given.

I’ve been given a great many lovely things, a giant tiger cowrie shell slightly smaller than a football, symbols for my hands and head, flowers for my body and crown. Dreams in which my sense of self literally balances on a pinpoint, and moving through my own history can throw me off balance. I’ve heard the voices of my ancestors (and it’s one thing to hear your own ancestors because that’s a total conversation in your own head that you can write off as “talking to myself” at any time) but I’ve heard the voices of OTHER people’s ancestors with very specific details, and when I’ve pulled that out of the air and given it to them and they respond with shock and surprise that I know something so PERSONAL…I just have to accept that something is happening, something I don’t understand, something that will someday have an explanation but right now is just an experience. I have accepted it at experience level. My teacher says I should go deeper. I feel waist deep already. Balls deep, as they say. I’m wandering through swamp up to my hips. Gods know what the hell is below my sight line.

This is the nature of the First Harvest. You can look at the work you’re doing, see what bears fruit. You can see which things are possibly just not going to make it this year. You can use this point to evaluate, to focus your energy on the things that are coming up for you, and to stop tending to dying harvests. Everything doesn’t always blossom. Sometimes the dirt is too hard or dry. Sometimes the sunlight is too strong, or not strong enough. Sometimes we just have to let things go.

I’m evaluating my harvests. I want to know that what I’m doing is more than just enough to sustain me. I want to know that what I am growing is nutritious and bountiful, that it will nurture me AND others. It is not enough for me to just survive anymore. I have to thrive. I DESERVE to thrive. I am good and kind, I work hard, I help others when I can, I sustain myself without much assistance. It is not enough. I want my life to be motion and dance, electricity and flashing neon, and the quiet darkness of contentment.

First harvest. Clarissa Pinkola Estes says, “…The Creation Mother is always also the Death Mother and vice versa. Because of this dual nature, or double-tasking, the great work before us is to learn to understand what around and about us and what within us must live, and what must die…” As women, it is our nature to care for other things before we take care of ourselves. That’s why we have breasts. It’s in our DNA. It is not in our nature to just allow something to die.”

I want. I want many things. First harvest gives me an idea of what is possible and what is not. I wish you blessings on your harvest. I wish you keen sight to see what is actually in front of you, as opposed to what you wish were there. I wish you strength to let things go. I wish you perseverance to hold onto the things you wish to keep. Harvest is a time of work, and there are two more harvests to go. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.

I wish you good and true sight. Make your decisions. Your second harvest depends on it.