down in the hypogeum

"On this day,

I am descending to Kur, into the Netherworld.

If I do not return,

Set up a lament for me by the ruins.

Beat the drum for me

In the assembly places,

And circle the houses of the gods.

Tear at your eyes,

At your mouth and your belly,

Dress yourself in a single garment

Like a beggar."

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down, down, down she went. through the mud that tore the gold from her ears.

Very, very, very tired. In the clutches of Ereshkigal.  Zanna came and fished me out from the Netherworld. Some god got hold of me down there. What is it that they say, about the wisdom of no escape? 

It is raining outside. After Zanna hummed me back to life and I had rested and had some hot tea I put on my rubber boots and walked to the studio to get a pile of books. I love it in there. It smells so good. Sage and lavender and incense and jasmine and plaster and water and clay. Old. Smells like Magic.

silence pervades when the wailing ceases. 

1. Containment

2. Time

3. Passage

4. Open

5. Descent

6. Absorption

7. Darkness

8. Loam

9. Blood

10. Waiting

Keys, clocks, and time.