|Taos Pueblo the A.M. view from my humble winter abode.|
Damn, somewhere near June or July I was wondering when it would all end but we all just keep dragging through the war torn valleys and eddies of our lives; no rest for the wicked.
I only have a few things left on the table this year to deal with, (actually a lot of things), however, the more pressing details are the last couple of shows.
I have been in the Pueblo for the last two weeks rehearsing and honing up on the Po'Pay Speaks script. It's amazing how much you forget in a short few months. Maybe it's my age. . . What was I just talking about. . . Huh, huh? Heehee.
I've gutted most of the shop to let it rest for the winter and I turned it back into what it original was - living quarters. The Pueblo has no electricity, running water, indoor plumbing, or phones (except my Blackberry - Heehee) However, it's the ancient way to live and I feel it's much better for the mind, body and spirit. There are no electromagnetic waves going constantly, oozing through your body, and it's the perfect way to re-configure life and try to catch up on some much needed rest. But, wow the dreams are intense in a place where your ancestors laid their heads down.
What are electromagnetic waves my hippie friend, Bob?
|Oh hey Moonbeam how's it shining? Well artificial light, microwaves, x-rays, computers, TV, and radio transmissions are all kinds of electromagnetic waves. They are all the same kind of wavy disturbance that are slowly killing us...|
Anyways, just in case some of you didn't know what electromagnetic waves were, here it is in laymen's terms or hippie jargon. . . Whatever. . . it's stuff that never lets us rest, it's just STUFF! (By the way, that's my cousin and her hippie friend.)
I wanted to write this blog as the first of many other blogs I'll write on living in the old-village for the next few months. As I laid down looking at the stars through my skylight last night I thought about the accounts of my year; the death of friends, the loss of my faith, and the strength of my body and mind. I missed many ceremonies this year but I look forward to next year with vigor and excitement.
I just wanted to say Thank you!!! from the bottom of my heart. . .
You are all in my prayers and I hope and pray that you can find a place where no man or woman can take away or distract you from finding your true calling. Dream a good tomorrow and bless yesterday goodbye.
|Northwest Taos Pueblo by old man Dance Bows house.|
So I would have you look upon this thing not as a separate simple thing, but as a stone which is a star in the firmament of earth, as a ripple in a pool, as a kernel of corn. I would have you consider how it fits into the pattern of the whole. How far its influence may spread and what it may grow into . . .
Frank Waters from the novel The Man Who Killed the Deer.