Grandma
She entered the room in a flamboyant manner. Dressed in a marigold color two-piece suit that resembled a noble African tribe chief. It suited her so well, and she looked completely androgynous.
Grandma, from my dream journal.
Connection
I always seem to create something impulsively and intuitively, and later learn why I did what I did.
This quick painting I made a couple of years ago is a great example, as these days, I am feeling very connected to something larger than myself.
I like rocks
Home
Into the light
My psychic great-grandmother
My great-grandmother was a traveling psychic and a shaman.
I learned this for the first time just when I was about to leave home for the airport to return to LA. I’d been back home in Japan for 7 months for health recovery.
I never got to meet her, my great-grandmother. She was my father’s grandmother. I was told she was loved by her children and grandchildren. She would travel all over her town and perform rituals in people’s homes. She would use drums and other instruments and props as part of her spiritual rituals.
When I learned this, I felt the dots connecting within me. The dots I’ve been collecting as I move through life. They suddenly made sense. It’s in my blood, the gift. I’ve always felt that in my heart. In my soul.
She’s been with me this whole time.
