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Perform bird-y funeral as best as you can. Blessings, smoke, offerings etc.
Receive permission from the animal’s spirit before you cut.
Cut at the joint. I used a combo of quality wire cutters and good scissors.
You will want to purchase mite/flea spray and use it.
Once dry from the mite spray, you will want to cut open the fleshy parts at the joint. Turn it onto it’s back and make a slit from behind. This makes the flesh dry quicker and better. You might have to do a little trimming
Make sure there is no rot or maggots!
Place in a tupperware in the position you want the wing to stay in.
Gently bury in a mixture of one part sea salt, one part baking soda and two parts borax (just straight cornmeal is also traditional but it takes longer). Have a bit of the mixture at the bottom as well. And place in a safe, dry not too bright or warm place.
Make appropriate offerings to the spirit of the bird while you wait. I like to pop open the container now and then so the air in there doesn’t get stagnate but that might just be my… Continue reading
Birthday Ritual
Haven’t decided yet if I want to write about it, or record my musings and put it on the podcast yet. Any preferences or questions? I never know what people might want to know! Anyways, here’s some pics … click on image for full size
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- Getting set up
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- Ready to get started
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- What the Dude With the Antlers had to say
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- Aftermath
Unfamiliar Territory
I find myself standing in unfamiliar territory. I have never seen a city on this Side before. Wait … maybe I didn’t go down and am still in Midgard? I feel embarrassed. How did I manage that? I am standing on a sidewalk in what looks like a major eastern city, New York, Toronto, Detroit, Chicago, something like that. I wonder if I ought to just turn back, find my way home.
I wonder if this is just a dream? But it can’t be, it feels like much more. I must have slipped out of my body again, dammit. I am embarrassed again; I really should have better control.
A man walks past me, accompanied by a woman. I overhear their conversation. His wife tries to do too much; the family business is failing as a result. Somehow I know the woman is his sister-in-law, she agrees with him. They worry about money and seem to be very stressed out. I follow them, curious. We enter some kind of diner or small restaurant. It is bustling.
Then I am in the backroom of the diner watching the family argue. The man and his sister-in-law are arguing with… Continue reading
Walking
I was walking a street in suburbia this afternoon. The sun was at my back and the wind was cold. A few doors down and across the way a door opens. A man in a brown jacket steps onto the front porch and then turns back to speak to someone in the house.
Then it hits me. As if the wind did not break upon my body but rather ran through it. Half a moment of fuzzy confusion and then a familiar shift in consciousness. Suddenly the world is full of glare, lens flare, as if the sun had swung around and into my face.
The only thing in focus is the man in the brown jacket. His head still turned to face inside the home. He begins to speak, I can hear him clearly, despite the fact that he is not close and is turned away from me. His voice echos towards me as if amplified somehow. He says “Okay Juni, stay the course. Everything will work out in the end.”
I blinked. And still walking, turned my corner. The man closed the door and started down the drive.
Another shift. A deep breath. The wind ceases to flow… Continue reading
To Fly By Night
Hoofprints in the Wildwood
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