Yesterday evening, I made a trip up to Gloucester where my friend has an acupuncture practice. He's treated me many times for a few different physical ailments, but yesterday, I needed some emotional realignment and grounding as I head in to the final month in Boston. I've had a few powerful experiences with acupuncture and yesterday was no different. I tend to have strong imaginative episodes (almost hallucination-like) while cooking on the table. Last night, I sprouted the feathers and wings of a bald eagle, and I soared over the Gastineau Channel in Juneau. I know it sounds freaky, but it was quite lovely.
I continue the process of getting rid of my stuff. Last week I had a potlatch.
A potlatch is a gift-giving festival and primary economic system practiced by indigenous peoples of the Pacific Northwest Coast of Canada and United States. The word comes from the Chinook Jargon, meaning "to give away" or "a gift". At potlatch gatherings, a family or hereditary leader hosts guests in their family's house and holds a feast for their guests. The main purpose of the potlatch is the re-distribution and reciprocity of wealth.
I had several friends over for a potluck barbecue, and I put out lots of books, movies, etc for them to peruse and take! It's really been both fun and challenging to see my treasured belongings going on to a new life. Four girlfriends of mine were semi-arguing over this one book I had that they all wanted (Pronoia Is the Antidote for Paranoia by Rob Brezsny). After much discussion, a plan was devised: they all wrote their names in the front cover, and the first girl took the book home with her. When she is done with it, she'll give it to the second girl on the list and so on. I loved that idea! I hope that book goes on many wonderful adventures!
Now, it's time for a yard sale! I'm joining forces with my neighbors across the street for a MEGA yard sale on Saturday. Hopefully I can make some major progress on getting things out the door! I made some fun posters- hopefully they'll attract a decent crowd.
|Found treasure while cleaning out my closet: an old Valentine's Day card from my sister|
|My friend Eric's haul of STUFF|
|Another haul from the Potlatch|
|Don't worry, Kameko... you're coming with me.|
Out of all of the books I own, these are the five that are coming with me. I supposed these are the five most influential books I've read as an adult. I just can't part with any of them.