Lenaia (In snapshots)

(My apologies for the brevity and the lateness, but wanted to get this much down at least...)


A very spontaneous idea, before it all begins --

Let's shave our heads.

A devotional activity, and a sacrifice of vanity.

Down to a quarter inch.  Our heads are liberated!

We help each other weave ivy garlands for them.

 

My homemade Greek honey cake is cut into a phallus shape.

A night-time procession.  Bells ringing.  A brazier of incense.

Into the desert, until we are surrounded by brush and palo verdes.

A spontaneous invocation.

Awaken, Dionysos!

White wine on the dry earth smells strangely like rain.

We vibrate and intone.  DEEE-OHHH-NUUU-SOooos...

The Moon peaks through the clouds.

 

On the way to the club, songs on shuffle.

 

This song plays -- it always reminds me of my shape-shifting dreams.

 

 

The one thing that's changed about my favorite goth club is that they stopped serving wine. 

 

Luckily, this Dionysian brought a bottle of wine with her in the car, and carries a wine key at all times in her purse.

Intoxication.  Laughter and communion.

The music...

Oh I have missed dancing!

For You, my god...