some heat for midwinter

a clip from a fav. pic of a fav. danceform… Andalusian flamenco… tangos

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Christening the Quinzee

The fruit of 11 day’s labour, our quinzee, was christened last night at 8:15  by candlelight, with red wine, Tio Pepe, chocolate, and the soon-to-be culinary classic, Saskatchewan poutine (cheezies dipped in ancient creme de cacao –  try it.)   Fellow St. Pete’s poet, Lorri, coined the word  “Quinzine”  for this unique combo of nosh.

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 abbot poet priest poet proseman poet (sms)  in the quinzee

Nine quinzeeites spent an hour laughing, libating and eating, before frozen bum set in, then slipped silenty down the birth canal of the quinzee, out into the cold, starred night. 

A 3/4 moon.  A falling star. 

at St. Peter’s Abbey, I’ve…

1. learned what a quinzee is (thanks Dave Carpenter)…it’s a Cree snowhouse
2. helped build a quinzee with shovel, axe, broken garden hoe, frozen hands (thanks Dave Carpenter)
3. snowshoed with traditional Cree snowshoes (thanks Dave Carpenter)
4. lost my bloginity (thanks Tracy)
5. dined with the monks after singing Vespers…singing with the boys…(thanks Abbot and brothers)
6. attended a Mardi Gras Medieval medieval feast with my fellow artists and the monks, dressed as an Abbess (thanks Abbot and brothers)
7. attended  Academy Awards Party dressed in black velvet skank dress and bling (thanks Honor and Humboldt thrift shop)

8. learned the language of snow walking into the blizzard (thanks Annamarie and beautiful mid-winter Saskatchewan, I shall return) oh yes, I forgot…

9. wrote and finished my 7th draft of the manuscript!!!!

and tonight we christen the Quinzee