How do I bring magic into my everyday life? How do I stay connected to my magic? How do I soften the rigid boundaries between the sacred and the mundane? A holy clown meets a housewife. Wilderness in the kitchen, magic while shopping, joyful exploration of shamanic healing methods between the wardrobe and the ironing board. The common thread - my village, the animals and people, my cat, cooking, sewing, everyday tasks, seasons, everyday images. So - blurring the firm dividing lines. If I feel silly for "just" sewing, vacuuming, cooking, gardening, sweeping, and feel absolutely wonderful when I drum, do light work, philosophize, or practice shamanism, then something is off. If enlightenment only seems to come in the land of Taiga shamans or in Himalayan caves, and feels like an illusion right outside my door, then it’s time to put my life's clutter and concepts to the test.