I just finished editing the second largest section of Your Face is a Forest, ‘Wanderings,’ the travel journals from my pilgrimage last year.
You’ve heard I’m going to Newgrange, yes? I don’t know if I told all of the story about this yet, and I’m only now beginning to understand parts of the story I forgot about.
The first night in Bretagne, I camped next to an Irish couple. Great people, awfully kind, plying me with wine and cigarettes and tea and stories. Inebriated, we talked the first night until quite late, and Ian, the husband of the two, made a particular point of telling me about a place, insisting repeatedly that I should find myself there.
I’d forgotten about that until reading these lines:
When I returned to the campground, I hung out with an Irish couple who drank me a bit too much and regaled me with stories of their homeland (New Grange–I must go)..
I wrote about Ian’s voice haunting me for a few days afterwards, his lilting accent presenting itself repeatedly to my thoughts in that ‘important’ way.
My friend Joseph put my name in for the drawing to attend during the short period where the chamber fills with winter light through a small opening. You can go any other time of the year without having to enter a lottery, but for that period, it’s random: they get between 30 and 40 thousand requests, and they only pick 50.
I didn’t ask my friend to do this. We met briefly before I left on my pilgrimage, talked about gods and Norse and Icelandic myths, and then he moved to Dublin for work. We’ve kept in touch a bit, but not much, so the fact that he entered my name is quite incredible and was unexpected.
But, so here we are.
I’m doing a short fund-raiser for the trip. Sales from Your Face Is A Forest will partially pay for the journey, and I’ll likely work a bit of overtime (which cuts heavily into the quality of my writing, sadly) to fund it. If you can help, that’s damn awesome. Buying a copy of the book when it’s released will help a lot, too.
My life’s been pretty damn enchanted since meeting the gods. This is yet another aspect of it. I’m all gratitude, and all love.
Thanks to Aaron Shenewolf for permission to use the photo of myself at La Push, Washington.