Like getting a new scribbler …
Remember when you were a kid and a new school year threatened to end your endless summer? One of the consolations was getting new school supplies. Pens that didn’t leak. Brightly colored pencils. Intact erasers. And fresh empty pages. A bargain was involved: you gave up some freedom in return for a chance to learn something. Depending on your teacher you might even get time, space and inspiration for creation and invention.
This blog is my brand new thinking space. If this course of study had a name it might be “You Are Here 101.” Or maybe something like “The True Price of Things.”
I moved to Texas quite awhile ago but I still feel like a temporary transplant. This isn’t ‘home’ exactly and might not ever be. But while I live here I hope I can better understand the landscape and my place within. You are in a bad space if you don’t know where home is.
How does a person come to know any place? I think I was given some instruction about a half a lifetime ago when I took a guided trip through Canyon De Chelly. I assumed it would be a lame experience — a kind of embarrassing moment of consumer tourism but a couple of remarkable things happened that I never forgot.
The Navajo guide whose name I do forget (sorry) mentioned in passing that each land formation had a story. That when a know-ledge-able person takes a walk he or she really walks in and out of dream time. Even the simplest rock may hold an ancient story. So always pay attention to your surroundings. Show some reverence.
Lately I have been looking around to see what my landscape is saying. I hope to share some of those stories here.
The other thing that happened was a surprise guest appearance by Coyote — unforgettable. And some day when the time is right I will share that story, too.