My comment – Valerie – you have truly bared your soul in sharing this epiphany in a powerfully written post. The first thought that comes to mind is “a picture is worth a thousand words”.
I too have worked in the medical industrial complex all my life, though not at your level, and more on the physical cardiology electrophysiology level rather than you in your mental health field. I think i have done a lot of good helping people, and hope you do not diss yourself too harshly thinking you have not made a difference at some time some place with someone. The mind is definitely more fragile than the body, so your job was hard for sure. The one time i truly felt i was working for the Antichrist was when i worked in the pharmacy, where meds were marked up 700%, which is more than diamonds are. It is good you were able to go home and put your frustrations into your art. When we worked in the ER we went home and drowned our memories in alcohol.
One final thought i have is to quote Keats – “Beauty is truth, truth beauty,” – that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
i would like to reblog this to those who read my blog who are artists and artisans.

Orator Sæpientia

I woke up today with a immense sense of self-worth for the first time in awhile. I had an epiphany, and I realized that I finally bested my current Guardian at the Threshold.

Throughout my life, I have had endless guilt about my chosen path. I have had so many moments of shame when I think about the amount of suffering in the world, and despite my level of empathy and my level of education and overall privilege, I chose art over philanthropy. This guilt was part of what sent me running from art school when I was 18 and deciding to pursue a career in psychology. I worked in Social Services for most of my adult life providing direct care for adults and children with developmental disabilities. While doing this fulltime, I went back to school and took classes when I could with the hopes of becoming a Behavioral…

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St. Joseph’s Night with a Mardi Gras Indian Tribe

Copyright Kenny Klein 2013

Chief David of the Washetaw tribe

Photo copyright Kenny Klein 2013

Another fun and beautiful event i got from Lauren’s A Practical Owl in a Wiccan World blog today was her story about walking with the Mardi Gras Indian tribe in New Orleans on St. Joseph’s Night. She expands on that event in her post A St. Joseph’s Night Experience on PaganSquare.com.

I just Loved the photos of the Krewe in their White Buffalo costumes as they are absolutely  beautiful. And i assume many of you know about the White Buffalo symbolism in AmerIndian culture.

The pictures were taken by Kenny Klein who graciously allowed me to post some here giving credit to him. Kenny is a great musician from what i have heard on videos and from a friend in NC, and a good writer from the Faerie book i read, and he is a pretty damned good photographer too. His website is at KennyKlein.net and his blog at Kenny Klein Explains It All which has tons more great pictures from this parade and other previous Mardi Gras Krewe parades. So enjoy the photos and writings about this wild and crazy event.

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Front of Big Queen Rukia’s suit, she said that her totem was the Monarch Butterfly and that the fairy was there to represent her spirit.

Photo copyright Kenny Klein 2013

First Aid Kit – “Wolf” – Music Video

I found this video at Lauren’s A Practical Owl in a Wiccan World blog post today. It is by a group called First Aid Kit and this link is to their website with lots of music and video links there too. I find the video and song to be beautiful and confusing and a little disturbing all at the same time. Even when i downloaded the lyrics, which are below the video, i still do not truly understand its meaning though it seems to be a prayer for recovery from some trauma and for help from the God/ess. And if anyone has any feedback of what the song means please feel free to comment. Enjoy!

Postscript – If you read Lauren’s comment below it explains the story behind the video, which is pretty intense.

First Aid Kit Wolf Lyrics

Songwriters: S�DERBERG, KLARA MARIA/S�DERBERG, JOHANNA KAJSA

Wolf-mother, where you been?
You look so worn, so thin
You’re a taker, devils-maker
Let me hear you sing, hey-ya hey-ya

Wolf-father, at the door
You don’t smile anymore
You’re a drifter, shape-shifter
Let me see you run, hey-ya hey-ya

Holy light over the night
Oh, keep the spirit strong
Watch it grow, child of war
Oh, keep holdin’ on

When I run through the deep dark forest long
After this begun
Where the sun would set,
The trees were dead,
And the rivers were none.
And I hope for a trace
To lead me back home from this place
But there was no sound there was only me, and my disgrace

(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) x2

Wolf-mother, where you been?
You look so worn, so thin
You’re a taker, devils-maker
Let me hear you sing, hey-ya hey-ya

Wolf-father, at the door
You don’t smile anymore
You’re a drifter, shape-shifter
Let me see you run, hey-ya hey-ya

Wayward winds, a voice that sings
Of a forgotten land
See it fall, child of war
Oh, lend a mending hand

When I run through the deep dark forest long
After this begun
Where the sun would set,
The trees were dead,
And the rivers were none.
And I hope for a trace
To lead me back home from this place
But there was no sound there was only me, and my disgrace

(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) x2