grounded

it is late and dark here and i should really be in bed. i feel sort of giddy, not in an anxious way, but in that "i feel wonderful, but i can't really articulate why" sort of way. i am aching all over from overnursing a clingy, teething baby and bending over signs that i painted for my friend's store that is having its grand opening tomorrow. so tired, but exhilarated. my senses are dancing around to this ancient echo in my bones. something about this evening has the most magical quality. like a mad banshee on fermented turnips, i'm devouring this company's cedar incense (the sweetgrass is great, too) and white sage and wild mint tea. oh my goodness, if you are transported at the whiff of brambly, california hillsides or real campfires, go quickly. i think drinking the tea and burning the incense in my studio tonite is what lit that spark at the seat of my soul and has me up late ready to howl at the moon... makes me never want to go to sleep again... like when misty dawn fritchey and me got new blue school shoes and loved them so much that we kept them on when we went to bed. dynakids, they were called...her grandmother would have had a fit had she known. this fine night i send you much needed rest, the kind that sends your little hairlike roots travelling deep into the earth, pushing your way softly toward your own fertile center where the magic is sparking without you even knowing it...