Spring Hare Moon
Santa Fe. The adobe here catches the eyes, then the scent of pinyon smoke and the art galleries. Also, the number of thin gray-haired citizens moving around with purpose, as if channeling Georgia O’Keefe. It’s easy to imagine a chunk of this Latin influenced culture breaking off and taking root in other places. An emphasis on beauty, use of native products and Latin American diffusion carried by sophisticated Latinos, artists, writers and outdoor enthusiasts. Maybe as Chaco Canyon was to the pueblo cultures of the 850-1150 period.
By this time in the trip the Garmin, once unwelcome, has made me her bitch. I hang on her every word, follow her exactly. I think the voice model they hired might have been a dominatrix at some point. It does take away the anxiety of navigating, especially in cities and off the main highway systems. I like that.
When I drove from Holbrook to Gallup at 4 am yesterday, a sickle moon hung in the sky with Venus about 4 degrees away in line with the bottom point of the sickle. It is an image that I will work with in the journal. The pueblo people emulate the clouds, building up communities, then dissipating and moving on. This moon hung in a clear sky and it was not difficult at all to stand with the pueblo people and the dine of the last thousand plus years and see with them the blessing. The clouds created by the heat of the day would extend this beauty into the blue reaches of a sunlit sky.
Our kiva sees the same moon and planet, sees clouds in the day and the procession of stars at night. Yes, our seasons are different, but plants grow in both our kivas and so do animals. We are different, yet we are the same.
