I started my quest today to find my mojo. Now I don’t mean “MOJO” in that sexual way really, because THAT I really have not lost… ok, ok, so maybe it has waned a bit from the 40ish height it had reached. Yet, honestly, that part of my mojo is really quite in tact. It the other kind of Mojo. Of course there’s a lot of kinds of mojo – and you should really know about them. Like there’s the MIGHTY MOJO – that infamous local band – that is now minus Val. Also, there are some food items that are Mojo related. Also, some drinks .. stuff like this. So, to make a relatively long-winded circular type story a bit shorter.. it’s the “ARTIST MOJO” !!! The ”LIFE MOJO”!!! the humor, the fire, the STUFF that make the THINGS happen!!! I am looking for it. I think I just misplaced it and RE-placed it with some unsavory replacement-type items. Like merchandizing… and paying bills… and the stuff of adult life. Ok, I turned over a few rocks yesterday, and there!..THERE IT WAS- the FERTILE SOIL of my mojo.. waiting, WANTING in all it’s infinite Fer-tile soil-ness for me to plant those MOJO SEEDS!!! (nice conceptual metaphor, I think.)
So, I went to a drumming circle in a little gallery in gardenville today. It was so good.. Felt my Mojo coming up like nobody’s business. Surrounded by art all around, and some like-minded ladies, the session was quite satifying from a mojo-quest point of view. Afterward, I went to the location of the Future FLEMFEST.. and practiced for an upcoming concert event with a fabulous chicken farmer/flute player.
So, having planted some of those seeds today, I am so sure that they want to sprout.. (how’s THAT for mojo awareness!) Next… the accordian.