Yesterday was our FIRST anniversary, but what a strange
day. From the beginning, chemtrails
filled the sky, and there was a dirty gray heaviness that we couldn’t
shake. Chemtrails used to make me sick
immediately but in recent years, they usually have little noticeable
effect. Nevertheless, there was
something unreachable about the day. It
was almost as if I was only half-present and couldn’t get all the way through to one dimension or the other.
We drove over to Ojo Caliente and around the loop to
Espanola, up the canyon and back home. PQ suggested we do the hot springs but I
literally could not stomach the idea of being in hot water. Our big splurge was
lunch at our favorite Mexican restaurant in Espanola and picking up a few small
items at the super WalMart. Everything seemed blah. I realized the restaurant wasn’t as good as I
remembered, and the super WalMart seemed uninteresting (there wasn’t anything I
couldn’t leave there even if it was free), and full of obese people who looked
as disconnected as I was. We did see
PQ’s sister Bernice and her granddaughter at WalMart and that was our only
social connection of the day.
The evening before was energetically the opposite; clear and
sharp. This year we attended the that photographer
Lenny Foster organizes at each
year. This event is a party and group photo shoot for all the artists of Taos.
Although we didn’t stay long, we saw many people we know and enjoyed both the Damm
Band (that's their name) and the splendid view of Taos Mountain.
This morning is almost back to normal, but not quite.
Something changed yesterday, but I can’t put a finger on it. Neither of us was upset about the strangeness
of our anniversary day, we have many wonderful days together, but something
definitely moved us sideways from one energy field to something different. I considered denial since I like the way our
life is now, but it wasn’t an option. We
definitely are at the trail head of a different walk.
I know there is a shift in life style in the works; I just
don’t know what it is. About ten days ago PQ said, “I’ve been thinking about it
for a while and I want to get my hair cut. I’m ready for something new,” so we
went to Nicole, a lovely Dine’ hair stylist and barber. She knew something of
the native tradition and after the cut carefully swept up the hair, placed it
in paper bag and we took it to the Rio Grande above the John Dunn Bridge and sent it down the
river with prayers.
We can’t legally rent either of our houses, mine is a
Habitat for Humanity house and his is a HUD house on the rez, so that’s not an
option for generating enough income to spend the winter in Arizona, but PQ
really needs to be at the lower altitude. Maybe we should buy lottery tickets.
Nevertheless, I sense that the options are wide open and anything I can imagine
isn’t big enough. Something different is trying to break through the muck and I’m
working on a little more faith and courage. Eventually the Earth will turn over enough
times and I’ll look back at now and wonder why I couldn’t see through
chemtrails and silly habits. I hope!