BABA YAGA is here with me tonight. Here I sit, by myself, at a wine bar...drinking a fabulous glass of syrah and knowing that I have the power and the confidence to do THIS..lol...thanks, in part to the influence of my Baba Yaga. I have met Josh...the guy drinking dark beer from a wine glass ... who is dreaming of going to Belgium. I imagine I am sitting in a wine bar someplace in Italy, or France or Greece...on my own...but never alone. It's kind of a thrilling feeling. Oh I've been soooo lucky and I've travelled many places in this amazing world but I've yet to go it on my own. THAT IS COMING SOON. I think 2013 or 2014.
And so, I let her run free tonight...the wild women in me...and I enjoyed an incredible evening of intellectually stimulating conversation and wine with Brian and Milton and John...we talked of poetry (Edna St. Vincent Millay's
The Renascence) and the Occupy Movement and sci fi films and short films and religion and much more....we all felt, and expressed that it was like a 1920's salon and speakeasy...what a wonderful evening...and none of it would have occurred had I let Baba Yaga stay at home :)
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