Woman is by nature a shaman?

                     "Seven Moons Passing" by Susan Seddon Boulet

I did really not know much about the skills attributed to female shamans until one early morning in Istanbul when Princess Milou opened her eyes and started to chat with the black mullberry tree that she saw through the window. The leaves were flirting elegantly with the wind and Milou was babbling sounds eagerly along with her sequeals and operatic octave changes. She was stretching both arms forward as though she could touch it. Eyes fixed on the leaves and hearing no one around, she seemed to have entered a deep state of happiness. What was it that Milou was talking to? Was it the tree itself with strong branches and berries riping among the large leaves or something else beyond it over great distances?

I do not have the faintest idea even now. Milou is only a six-month-old baby girl and it is still the trees in our garden that makes her respond with that shamanic state of joy. The question mark about what she sees through those babblings will always remain unless one day she decides to share with us on her own blog.

Luckily my husband managed to shoot Princess Milou in her shamanic trance while she was lying on my lap in the shade of  the pear tree. I am glad to have this copy just for future reference.