About Me
...where there is a woman there is magic. if there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. a woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.....the south in her, the land and salt-winds, moved her through Charleston's streets as if she were a mobile sapling, with the gait of a well-loved colored woman whose lover was the horizon in any direction. Indigo imagined tough winding branches growing from her braids, deep green leaves rustling by her ears, doves and macaws flirting above the nests they'd fashioned in the secret, protected niches way high up in her headdress. when she wore this Carolinian costume, she knew the cobblestone streets were really polished oyster shells, covered with pine needles and cotton flowers. she made herself, her world, from all that she came from. she looked around her at the wharf. if there was nobody there but white folks, she made them black folks. in the grocery, if the white folks were buying up all the fresh collards and okra, she made them disappear and put the produce on the vegetable wagons that went round to the Colored. there wasn't enough for Indigo in the world she'd been born to, so she made up what she needed. what she thought black people needed.
.......................Access to the moon.................
.......................The power to heal..................
.......................Daily visits with the spirits......
MOON JOURNEYS
(cartography by Indigo)................................... find an oval stone that's very smooth. wash it in rosewater, 2 times. lay it out to dry in the night air where no one goes. when dry, hold stone tightly in the right hand, caress entire face with the left hand. repeat the same action with the stone in the left hand. without halting the movement, clasp left stone-filled hand with the right. walk to a tree that houses a spirit-friend. sit under the tree facing the direction of your mother's birthplace. hold your hands between your bosom, tight. take 5 quick breaths and 3 slow ones. close your eyes. you are on your way...................................... ALTERNATIVE MODES OF MOON JOURNEYS
(winter travel/inclement weather)..........................
in a thoroughly cleaned bathroom with the windows open, burn magnolia incense, preferably, but cinnamon will do. in a handkerchief handled by some other woman in your family (the farther back the better), put chamomile, an undamaged birthwort leaf, and Lady's Fern. tie this with a ribbon from your own hair. kiss the sachet 3 times. drop it gently into a tub of warm water that will cover all your body. place two white burning candles at either end of the tub. float one fully opened flower in the water. get in the tub while tickling the water in circles with the petals of the flower. lie in the tub, with flower over your heart. close your eyes. you are on your way.......................................... not all black people wanted to go to the moon.
