[That should probably be the tagline for this blog. Who knows: by the time you read this, it may well be!]
It’s snowing again, ye gods.
This will be the third significant snowfall since Dec. 20, and the first two are still there, underneath. There was a little melting, sure, but the white landscape never disappeared. At the rate we’re going, we’ll be under snow and ice for weeks and weeks. This is actually a wonderful thing, nothing mad about it. It means that the rivers will be roaring in the spring, the acequias will be run forever, and the mountain meadows will explode with wildflowers until the fall. There will be green grass in the valleys, thunderstorms in the afternoon, and clouds of butterflies from May to September. In short, 2007 will bring a New Mexico summer to remember, absolutely guaranteed, and I don’t intend to miss a second of it.
“Angel” – welded steel, 1996
No, the madness is in my heart. I don’t blog about politics any more, but one certainly can’t ignore it. The obvious psychological and emotional dysfunction of the president is more than most can bear, so generally those who can just tune it out. Unfortunately for me, the national trauma resonates with portions of my inner landscape to a remarkable degree. My wife is slowy building what amounts to a family altar in the corner where my relics are arranged to maximum effect: pictures of all her siblings at the same general age, her father, mother, and other images from generations back. I’m welcome to join in, obviously, since it’s my corner too. Last night I was lying awake in bed, trying to decide if it would be better to hang pictures of my own or gain some intangible psychic benefit from a ritual burning of them instead…
I had a dream not long ago that suggested quite another course entirely (a “divine baby” dream, for those of you who know your Jung): going right for the bulls-eye, just stepping away into what I want. (Careful how you react to this!)
Incidentally, I haven’t had a virus, cold, or sore throat for the last 10 years, at least. Sometime, somehow, I realized that I’d been getting sick because I needed to, not because I’d “caught a bug” or succumbed to some inevitability. There is no such thing, yet look at all the marketing that tells you otherwise. It’s just not true, it really isn’t.
And maybe that ain’t all that needs forgetting, either.
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i just read about pfizer
coming up with medication
for overweight pets…
“sapperlott!”
“SAPPERLOTT!”
I know a man who used to plant sunflower seeds in the cracks in the sidewalks in Austin, Texas. Not nearly fast enough for me, but the spirit is there.
Finally looked up the word at a German dictionary site. Calls it a Fluch or Ausdruck von Verwunderung. Stimmt’s?
that describes only a fraction… but it’s true…