Moving into an apartment on Parkton & Perkins in JP. 5 minute walk to Jamaica Pond. 5 minute bike ride to Wyman & Spontaneous.

Cool folks and good times ahead.

Moving Sept 1st. Anyone want to help? :)

Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl named Jezebel, who lived in the enchanted city of Bostonia. She was a pretty girl, with long, flowing dark hair and a body graceful as a cat, with the ability to move subtle and seamless as a serpent.

She was part of a gypsy tribe in the Forest of the Hills just outside the enchanted city. Her family were inspired people, making art, and playing music and games, drinking fine wine and dancing the special Boom-Bah dance. The women of the Tribe were famous for their Boom-Bah dancing, the movements of which inspired and were inspired by the drumbeats of the men, the heart beats of the Tribe.

The gypsies lived in a beautiful old Tower, led by The Friar, who was one of the wisest and most generous men in all the land. The gypsies, especially Jezebel, thrived in their music and dancing and merriment, and often entertained both common folk and kings with their beautiful music and movements.

Folk from far away asked for the gypsy women to bless their Chapel with their Boom-Bah dance. As the gypsy tribe ventured to the new city of Yorke, they were stunned by the beauty of the Chapel, but none more so than Jezebel. There was art and mirrors in the Chapel, art that depicted the muscles of the body, and when she glimpsed herself in the mirrors, her muscles tingled and her body sang out in worship of this sacred beauty.

The caretakers of the Chapel felt the passion of the Boom-Bah dancing, and asked Jezebel to stay with them and bring the Boom-Bah to their Chapel. Jezebel said she needed to ask her Tribe, and returned to Bostonia and the Forest of the Hills with them, promising to send word as to her decision.

As she returned home, she was comforted by her family, her familiarity, but yet the Chapel sang to her across the distance. She was intoxicated by opportunity. What to do? She had so much love here, so much joy. But here was a chance to bring the Boom-Bah to others. What to do?

She fretted, which choice should she make? Should she stay in comfort and love, or venture to possibilities unknown?

The women of her Tribe gathered for a dance, and they danced their most beautiful dance. The sway of their hips stirred the air, and a wind howled through the Hills, whistling through the Forest leaves. The drums rumbled, giving the Earth her own heartbeat. The gypsies called up a storm that swirled their senses, to bring inspiration and knowledge and direction for their young Jezebel.

She meditated in that storm, and called upon the Goddess Mia Donna. Mia Donna was the daughter of the Boom-Bah itself.

"Oh, great Mia Donna..." Jezebel cried, "what to do...? such passion and love where I remain, yet so much possibility out there, and I feel the great Spirit in the Chapel..."

Mia Donna danced upon the surface of the Moon, dancing a dance for Jezebel, a dance that reaffirmed the warmth of home and revisited all that Jezebel loved of her sacred Forest, of her enchanted Bostonia, of her family and her roots.

But the beat of the Boom-Bah transcends space and time. The beat of the Boom-Bah loosens the dirt at the root of the tree and moves the soil. The beat of the Boom-Bah makes even the tallest, strongest tree want to uproot and dance.

And we are less deeply rooted than trees. We can get up and move to the beat of the Boom-Bah. We can dance away from the Boom-Bah, and return to the Boom-Bah. We can take the Boom-Bah with us.

"So," Mia Donna danced, "Sister, you must journey far and venture to other possibilities, and bring the Boom-Bah to that which hasn't been stirred and shaken, that which hasn't been moved. You must be the Boom-Bah, and when you dance the Boom-Bah, your Tribe will feel the Boom-Bah and dance it right back to you..."

The Boom-Bah is one heart, one blood, one pulse that space cannot separate.

And so, Jezebel began to dance her best Boom-Bah. And the Tribe danced the Boom-Bah. And they sent her to the Chapel to bring the Boom-Bah there.

Boom-Bah.
Boom-Bah.
Boom-Bah.

Avens O'Brien
January 9th, 2008
Dedicated to Ms. Sarah "Jezebel" Wood.