Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Warning

WARNING:


Now I would love to tell you all the gory details of what transpires on a weekend like this, but as I’m sure you will notice in my entries there will be key elements that I am purposefully excluding.


Sangoma ceremonies are sacred and I could never do it justice by writing about it (although I promise to do my best!). Also, I am forbidden to divulge the finer details about what we do to anyone, especially on the internet.


But the essence of what it feels like, that I can share.


Here goes.

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"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.