Well, a beautiful, breezy spring mornin'. Woke up slow and called my old friend Chris, recount my "journey to querque"; he listens really good, like his Mom did when we were little and asks great questions. And, slightly disco embobulated, from all the ridin' and bussin', I suppose, it helps me "come home" to myself.
There's an old joke about a slug, come into an emergency room, all beat up. When the doctors finally revived him and asked what happened, the slug recalled bein' run over by a turtle. When asked how this come to pass, the slug confessed, that he wasn't too sure, as it all happened so fast!
And, I suppose, that's kinda similar to an old cowboy, ridin' a bus to the city, these days, so a chance, talk to an old friend and remember what happened, kinda fills in the blanks. I remember, sittin' on the bus, lookin' out the window at the country side, rollin' by, wishin', a) I could feel the ground and smell the air and b) that I was ridin' one a my horses, all the others in tow, dogs too, a course, so that I could really appreciate the fact of travellin', all the little changes along the way and that my horses could share the adventure; they are a curious bunch and love a well executed adventure, much as any human!
But, it's a fast world anymore; all set up to where you won't "even notice", though I did my best, takin' pictures out the window.
Made the bank, checks all in for process, another old friend, pickin' me up, taxi me here and there. Had a great little lunch after doin' the bank; Korean-Southwest? But, hay, it was great and "two fer ten"$; merciful little and least I could do for all the kindness of my friend. Try and make it up next week. Stopped by and saw her Mom at the old folks home, then back in the car, run for the bus.
Just not used to days that long and so many different people. Everybody "in"; in cars, in busses, casinos and banks, restaurants and old folk homes. All of the world behind glass. Sure, glad to wake up here; "in" my sleepin' bag, but plumb, outdoors, voice of my pony, askin' for hay.
Have a great day!
Best,
I like your words, "All of the world behind glass." Maybe all sitting on a velvet cushion and me on my stump by the door.
ReplyDeleteYes, I found that too ... it's odd to come down from the woods to see everybody living "inside" in the city. Had to go to the big city awhile back to get a lot of needle pokes into my spine (I swear those needles were 12 inches long and came out the other side). :D I thought, this is going to be a long day of "weird." I decided to be myself and smile and say "hi" to everyone I met ... LOL! They smiled back! All of these hospitals and clinics connected by over the street walkways and all the hills steep and slippery while driving. The people were poking buttons on their phones texting and rarely looked up. In the woods if you don't look up and around, you'll find your face hitting the ground .... wow, I rhymed! Unfortunate turn of events that is too, falling flat on the face in the woods. Best to be totally awake.
OOOOOOOOh, was I glad to get out of the city, passed the buildings, passed the exhaust fumes, and see a tree. Although, I really enjoyed seeing a different side of life (had some fancy coffee latte stuff too) and all of the very kind people I met along the day. After a bazillion stoplights and 20 million cars, finally fresh air. Folks that live in the city love it though, and I'm secretly very glad of that. :D
Wonderful day of getting the job done, Jeune, lunch with a Friend, and visit with a sacred elder. Now to just relax and put your head against a horse's neck, feel the breath and hear the deep life within ... hooves shuffling ... sanctuary.
Welcome home!
Peaceful
Love the poetry of "the world behind glass," not just in the cars and busses which separate folks from the world outside and each other, but also in the glass of shops - their windows and glass covered counters, the glass of building windows that encourage observation but not participation.
ReplyDeleteYes, that's what it feels like .... it feels like separation. In a small town, it's just so different. You know the folks at the post office, grocery store, hardware store, bank, etc. No literal or figurative glass walls of separation.
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