Sorry i have not been writing much of late, still caught up in several projects around the property inside and out. I Have gotten caught up on reading the looonnggg list of bookmarked blog posts of you all and reblogged some of them so thank you for the educational and entertaining writings.
I do have a lot of pictures to post and have had some incredible experiences of late at the weirdest of places. In one upcoming post i will tell a story of buying my dark and mild wood tipped wine flavoured cigarillos at a store run by Indians from Utar Pradesh / Kashmir region and how i revealed to them that i am a Shaivite and how we have over the last month had fairly long discussions through a female relative who works there who knows better English than he does. But bottom line i saw his shrine upstairs and was blown away by his deities, and i did arati and puja which impressed the hell out of them that a man who appears to be a country hick (i dress the mask of where i live) knows all this stuff. To be continued…..
Anyway, I am posting today about Bird Spirit Land website which link to the blogs of a Sarah Kate Istra Winter aka Dver, or which there are several listed at the link above so i will not link them separately. Her projects are blogs about polytheism, mask making, story telling, mushrooms, shamanism and even carnival life. To quote from her about page, copying and pasting that page, and i will confirm with her by email it is OK to quote her –
“A fire is burning in Bird Spirit Land. My bones smoulder. I must journey there.”
(Lavondyss, Robert Holdstock)
“Sarah Kate Istra Winter, aka Dver, was raised in New England but has found a home in the Pacific Northwest, amongst lichen-draped trees and mist-heavy hills. She has felt the warm moss under her bare feet at a geyser in Iceland, spent the night in a holy cave above the temple of Delphi in Greece, and sung to the spectral hounds of Dartmoor, England. She holds a degree in Comparative Myth and Ritual from Goddard College, which culminated in a ritual theatre performance where she reveled in the blood of a dismembered child-god.
Dver has dedicated her life to the spirits, who she serves primarily by creating tangible artefacts which function as doors between the worlds: the mask which can invite the Other inside the wearer, the puppet whose movements bring the uncanny to life, the skull painted with a map of another world, the message woven into a tangle of sticks and leaves left to be found by the right person at the right time.
She is most likely to be found walking through an alley looking for hidden passages, exploring the small patches of magical woodlands scattered throughout the city, photographing mushrooms, or carrying too many books out of the library. You can recognize her by the spells and vows she has permanently inked into her skin. She knows a little bit of a lot of languages, and has played six musical instruments without getting good at any of them. Patience is not one of her virtues, although she has happily spent a year cleaning the entire skeleton of a stag. She can make candles and felt, read Tarot and runes, and knows just how many poisonous mushrooms are enough to see the gods.
You can reach Dver at doorunderground at gmail dot com.”
So enjoy the links (i Love her tattoos) and i will be blogging something of my own when i have the time between projects. Blessed Be.