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the picnic

The Picnic

I am a history grad student doing research on lighthouses and the surrounding ports near Gloucester, Ma., I have to visit several in the area and it is going to take me a while to comb through the local archives so I have rented a house near Marblehead, Massachusetts to act as my HQ while in the field. We meet at a local coffee shop outside of Boston near the Deer Island Lighthouse as I stop to refuel on my way back from Cohasset and hit it off, over a couple of cups you find I am conducting research in the area and as a Mass. native agree to show me around on Saturday. The day has finally arrived and we meet at the same shop, you hop in my car, a 1965 ford mustang, and we head out for a day of research, sightseeing, and sex ;) Read more »

the record store

The Record Store

We met at a local record shop. I’m searching through the Choral Classical section looking for a copy of Hildegard Von Bingen: Ego Sum Homo recorded by the Tiburtina Ensemble for a project I am working on. We begin discussing some of our favorites, and as the nerd I am, I begin to get almost manic, bouncing from title to title, smiling and touching your arms and shoulders, visibly excited by this topic. I bore you to death over the nuances of Erik Satie’s 3 Gymnopedies: No. 1 its simplistic beauty of minimalist quarter notes that seem to answer each other like the ebb and flow of waves on the sea, and his 1893 Gnossienne composition of which the first is my favorite as well, Debussy’s Claire de Lune, Beethoven’s Sonata No. 14 the Moonlight Sonata, Chopin’s complete discography, the sheer emotion of Enrico Caruso’s Una Furtiva Lagrima from Donizetti’s L’elisir d’amore in its original recordings through Victor with the pops and scratches that seem to accentuate the gritty passion palpable in his voice, and of course Yo-Yo Ma’s rendition of Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 in G Major as well as anything by Jacqueline du pre since the Cello is my absolute favorite instrument. At this point of our talk, I become visibly affected, you see waves of pink flush across my chest and neck and cheeks as my friendly grin morphs into a curious smile. Read more »

the ritual

The Ritual

I always begin by cleaning the space, and myself. I clean the room, the bathroom, and make my preparations and gather supplies. I fast for these, so no dinner but I did buy roses for my nest and some good quality virgin coconut oil extra candles, and made some spiced wine with cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, and cognac.

I set up my room with thick blankets of royal blue and gold from my bed and spare pillows and made a circle with votive and pillar candles placing a vanity mirror against two pillows at one end and spreading all but two roses around the blankets.

My house is small, built in the 1920s and the room I use for my bedroom is longer than it is wide with windows along the exterior wall. There is a fireplace at the end and wooden floors throughout. Beyond this it is sparsely furnished with bookshelves, a desk, and sleigh bed.

I light a fire, and turn off the heater, then I open all the windows in my room.

I set up my bath with candles, dried flowers and a mixture of powdered milk and raw honey and centered myself and set intentions, I then stepped into my bath and soak while I lather well. Read more »