Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door. He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.

I think I have pretty well decided that I need to cleanse my house. Not so much that the house is negative, but that I can be so at times. Maybe I just need to cleanse myself, ha! So, over to Pier One or Romancing the Stone I go after work in search of some white sage incense. If anything, my house will smell good and a prayer will be said. I don't see any harm in that effort.

But of course, the monks will be concerting tonight. I called Jean Wednesday night while she was in Baltimore attending a workshop. She had managed to find she way over to Annapolis to visit a friend, when I had called, so our conversaion was brief. Her curiosity was piqued when I mentioned the sand mandala in construction, Buddhist monks and the overall low price of the show. I will remind her about it this afternoon, after she flies back in, but I think she might be to pooped to go. That poor girl is always pooped on Fridays, regardless of a plane ride. I could just go stag to the concert and I would probably be really up for a cleansing when I get home.