The Earth is a Drug

Honestly, I don’t know why everyone’s not addicted.

Shazam!

I have to have this to live. Maybe if I’d been raised in a box, I wouldn’t know any better, but I caught a whiff of it when I was just a boy, wading barefoot in a clear shallow stream, grabbing crayfish with my hands and plopping them in a bucket. I must have been five or six. The point is, I can’t live without it, I absolutely can’t. What’s more, my reason for living is and truly always has been to get closer to the indefinable, squirmy GOOP of GOD that animates us all. Even when I didn’t know that was the reason, it was there, pulling all the levers, dictating my next move.

You don’t have to live in New Mexico, obviously. You can find it in the sunlight on a dingy windowsill if you slow down enough, but that’s harder to do in the city, at least for me. Out here, Nature doesn’t just slap you in the face, it rips the heart out of your chest, and all you can say is, “Wowwww, man, do that again!” I need it, ese. I need another hit. I need a miracle every day.

Oh the QUALITY of the moment

It’s not as cold now as it was this time last year, Zoroaster be praised. I took these pictures at around 4:30 p.m. There wasn’t any wind at all. Air temperature, about 34 degrees F. The sun was so hot on my black denim shirt that I didn’t need a jacket or gloves. I walked up this road and made the first human tracks, aside from those earlier ATV ruts. There were weird bird and mammal footprints everywhere, like another language, written in the snow.

Like another language, yes, of course. Our true language, earth language.

Please get hooked. NOW.

Satisfaction guaranteed.

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