melting in the city

It was blazing hot and humid yesterday, reaching about 95F, with a heat index of 102. The air quality was poor, and I could feel that in my lungs, making it harder to breath. The ac was working all day in the bedroom, so I holed myself up in there. Come evening the compressor wouldn't kick in again, so I was without air. Came into the living room here at about 4:30 am when I couldn't take the heat in the bedroom any longer. It was a little fresher in here, the morning air at about 72, and there was a coolness to it.


I only like hot weather when I am up in the country, surrounded by trees, and preferably by a wide running stream. But in the city, as you know, I can't stand it.

I am having a lot of trouble leaving comments for certain bloggers. I know Blogger is to blame, but it is making me very annoyed now. There have been quite a few of you who I've wanted to leave comments for, but it was impossible.

5pm now, and 85 degrees with high humidity. Would be nice if a thunderstorm passed through, but there's only a slight chance of that. Perhaps I should bang my drum to beckon the Thunderbeings.

my drum

This is my cottonwood drum, made in Taos, New Mexico.  It has been with me for 30 years now.  It has taken me and many friends on Shamanic journies, and Spirit Canoes.  It is a powerful drum, indeed.  Its sound is the sound of the Earth.  I painted the thundercloud on it because I love the Thunderbeings; great grandfathers.  I play it when it rains, and give thanks.  During the NYC Marathon, I play it for the runners, and many respond to it very visibly.