Celebration of the Light!

I had two weeks to bring my shadow side into the light for the second March Trickster Salon: BASK! It was all about celebrating your highest self, so I, predictably, channeled The Great Bamboozle Boppity Bear. And the night before the salon I channeled all my last minute highest self energy to complete a painting of said bear. I locked myself in the bathroom of our new private hotel room with paints and shamanic drumming blasting from my computer. Luke sat outside and watched "Family Guy," and every so often he would knock on the door and call out his concerns, like, "Baby? Are you actually turning into a bear?"

And pretty soon I had this whirly mess of a painting, a Zen bear on a lotus flower with a snake encircling it and what I'm pretty sure is an exploding Christmas tree in the lower left hand corner. Typical.

And the next day I was off to the salon, and it was pouring rain, and I had taken two trips to the venue to get all my various embellishments over there; the painting, wrapped in a trash bag, plus greeting cards, business cards, a wand, a crown.... so, as you can imagine, the journey on the way home where I was trying to carry all of this at once had all the absurdity I've come to expect from my Trickery transits.

On the platform of the subway, while trying to adjust the painting under my arm, the whole structure of what I was carrying collapsed and Boppity Bear business cards and greeting cards flew everywhere. The two kind men to my left helped to gather them up, and as they straightened to standing, their eyes scanned upwards from the sparkly dress I was wearing to the bear nose smeared on my face, to the crown. Then they looked behind me to where the painting was propped against the wall. And in that moment, our company's mission of spreading absurdity in the world was most definitely fulfilled.

So that's how the men learned all about Boppity Bear Enterprises, and they waved their newly gifted business cards back at me as my train left the track, while passengers inside eyed my getup and crown. And when I got back to my room after schlepping all of the paraphernalia back in the rain, I had a moment where I cried a little over how stupid it all was and how ridiculous of me to make THIS my business, why didn't I just do something normal?

But luckily soon Luke came home and he shushed me and said that of course it was ridiculous, but that's the whole point, and I AM making a business of it, and he said this all very matter-of-factly while hanging my painting up on the wall, and that's why I love him and I stopped crying and felt ok about it all again and that was the end of my fourth Trickster Salon.