Progress!

I’ll be honest, I was gonna give up on this whole thing. The blog, the channel, all of it.

And then things happened. I’ll now be in a place where I might be able to make videos about the Weirdness without fear of judgement or interruption.

Ya’ll. Ask me anything. I will answer it! (…Within reason, and once I get internet again.)

Drawing the Empress – Art & Ramble

In which I ramble about some symbolism in the Empress tarot card, my love for our prehistoric ancestors, and (again) at least one mention of dinosaurs. I’m sensing a theme here.

Next is the Chariot, I think! And yes, it does appear that I’m making, if not a full deck, at least the Major Arcana.

Drawing the Hierophant – Art & Ramble

The first (and perhaps only?) installment of Art & Ramble, in which I ramble stream-of-consciousness style about The Hiatus, the hierophant, and at least one mention of dinosaurs.

So I guess I’m making a tarot deck? I have no idea what to call it. Or what the frames should look like. I’ll figure it out.

Also for the sake of everyone being on the same page, I did grow up in a fairly Latin-American-influenced town (in Colorado, mind you) so I am not in any way insulted by the word “gringo” (or “gringa” which is the actual correct one to apply to me) and don’t use it as an insult myself. I just use it because it’s a colloquial way to say foreigner. Heck, we have a store down the road from here called “The Grumpy Gringo.” For me, it’s all in good spirits. 😀

Colorado Thunder

A galdralag-style poem (or, as close as I could get to it) for Thor, storm magic, and the spirits of this land we now call Colorado.

Hawks in the air,

hanging on currents,

warmed by the song of the wind.

Clouds are coiling,

swaying the corn,

hungering to hunt down,

a hand rests on the hammer.

 

The sculptor is riding,

spirits are singing,

the wild wind blows.

Hammer hits chisel,

channeling power,

the hoof-beats of horses,

the heart-beats of humans.

 

The sky cracks open,

rain washing canyons,

roars across the Rockies.

The blue is broken,

birds take shelter,

the laughter of lightning,

licking the ledges and trees.

 

Mjollnir strikes,

might of the mountains,

twisters tear the prairie.

The wind is thrashing,

dancing with thunder,

and the bellows of bison,

call out Colorado.

Reflecting: Being a Witcher and a Quirk of Ancestral Muscle Memory

Howdy!

The new moon is today-ish (it’s today locally, your results may vary) which means my little exploration into being a Witcher for a month has officially wound down. I learned a lot, primarily about the way my body functions and how I can change it. Even that I can change it, which is something I actually struggled with for a while. On the less-cool hand, though, I did put a lot of stress on my body the last few weeks (not just with physical work but with trying to get paperwork and art taken care of before Yule) which managed to interrupt rather an important physical cycle and one I’m still paranoid about.

For this month-long meditation I mostly focused on physical training – I’m a lot stronger than I think I am – and little things that echo game mechanics in the Witcher 3, like sign casting (I cast runes, they work just as well) and meditating. That last one took an interesting turn, and I actually found a breathing/cold exposure technique – the Wim Hof method – that actually does produce changes in a body related to PH level and blood oxygen content. Potion making is another story. I don’t actually know where the blender is hiding in the kitchen, otherwise I’d do something besides make tea, but tea works for a lot of things.

So for my next experiment I’m aiming for something a bit different, but one that brings the focus in a bit more, rather than being an archetype that encompasses as many things as a Witcher. It is another primarily masculine archetype – maybe one day I’ll work with more feminine ones but today is not that day – and that is the Paladin. Specifically the Paladin as occupied/represented by Reinhardt Wilhelm, Overwatch’s sci-fi version of Thor, basically. Personality-wise, Reinhardt is basically Geralt’s opposite. His abilities are much more focused on taking damage than dishing it out. “I will be your shield.” Which is how I spar, to be honest. My body can take a surprising amount of abuse before it starts really hurting. (I always spar with a helmet and gloves on, don’t worry. I’ve never broken anything, and am classically trained!) My aim for the Reinhardt experiment is even more physical training based than the Witcher one, now that I know how much I can do and stick with. I might continue it for more than a month, just to see what happens.

And now, a quirk of muscle memory from somewhere Back A-Ways: turns out I walk barefoot the same way people used to do before shoes started having really thick soles on them. There is actually a gait difference between, say, 9th century Scandinavians and modern us. Because their shoes were different, they walked with their toes first, rather than their heels, which is both safer when wearing that kind of shoe and better for posture. I honestly didn’t realize I walked like this, or that it was a weird way of walking for modern shoe-adapted people (like my own Bran for instance), until I found a video on it a few days ago. Now, to be fair, I’m not entirely sure what the historical accuracy of this video or the theory is, but it is fun to think about anyway. And now I know why my gait is so funky. 😀

On further investigation it seems there are actually several sources that corroborate this! Sweet. I accidentally walk with pre-thick sole biomechanics! I’m sure I’m not the only one, but it’s still fun to learn about. (For me, anyway.) I don’t think I’m going to be giving up my hiking boots when trudging all the way across the city anytime soon (simply because of broken glass and whatnot) but, it’s good to know anyway!