Hungry Ghosts give us Wine

Yesterday we did the feeding the hungry ghosts ritual, a tibetan space clearing used in BTB Feng Shui. As soon as we finished, Ollie was hanging over the railing of our back porch looking down on us, asking if he could help himself to a drink. When we unpacked the bottles we had bought at the (fancy new) liquor store where we had stopped for the express purpose of buying the rum for the ritual, there were two bottles of wine that we hadn't picked out and didn't seem to have paid for. A gift of gratitude from the hungry ghosts who knew they were about to be fed? We drank the most expensive one, a montepulciano and this morning my lips are dry and stained in patches, and I have a headache that started pretty early into the night, but my eyes seem larger than usual. I think going out for coffee is the best thing to do, maybe from there I will even make it to my studio to start pouring wax into my pieces for Open Studios.
I am so thrilled that my dear friend Lourdes de Leon is coming to visit this weekend (I have some good tequila that has been waiting for her). She is responsible for linking me up with my Tzotzil Mayan family, and I get somatic memories of smoky Chiapas morning air when I realize that our connection stems from that place. Lourdes just published an award-winning book about language socialization in Zinacantan called La LLegada del Alma. How is it that a child becomes a self, a social being? I wish psychologists and anthropologists would talk to each other more. It is spring break at Harvard so I get a break from Social Cognition class. The longer I stay as an auditer the more interesting material for conversation I acquire. Kami is really suspicious of the whole conscious/unconscious divide that social psychology is embracing these days. The whole "the mind is a machine with no driver" concept doesn't sit well with me, I wonder where, in that case, creativity, or a sense of fulfillment, or meaning in life at all could exist?