"Stuff" and more stuff, . . .

as I come to re-realize over and over that I am REALLY living here, I try to consolidate all my "stuff".  The wheels have been gathered together, and I also got all the 4 legged beings in one place alive and relatively content. Now, it is simply a systemic question of how to fit all of my "stuff" into the available containers.



So - I have way too much stuff, but - at least for me - it takes time to sort out "stuff" and I'm not sure what I can or want to let go of.  But, I don't want to distribute it between any more sites especially not if I am paying rent for them. So - how do I get all my stuff to fit one place, . . . 

An Ode to Dust and Wind

. . . not to be confused with the Kansas Ballad "Dust in the Wind"- although it does hearken back to a similar theme.  I love the trailer, I love the location, but occasionally the New Mexico windstorms frustrate the hell out of me.  They also make me and the animals a little nervous because we are not sure what force gale winds could knock us off our wheels, or knock our wheels over. In any case any decent size winds deposit a layer of red dirt grit dust throughout the trailer, especially on the flat surfaces of the floor(s) and electronics - the computer I am dependent on for all of my media.  I just painted the front floor to lift the feeling of overall appearance of the trailer - I even covered the white paint with a couple of layers of a less toxic varnish in order to protect the finish. It all looks like the animals and I either marched or danced on it. It is just the dirt that collected in between the drying of the various layers.  2 or 3 days of work covered by small infinitesimal layers of New Mexican dust (and some small insects).  The walls look better - full color saturation and the dust is not visible.

Having my first visitor on Wednesday also gave me the courage to paint with red.  Kiana has offered to paint the DfL on the outside and I am honored to have this young artist to work on the full canvas.  She took pictures and knows what she is dealing with.  Now - she is going and working with other graffiti artists to develop her skills in specifically this area.  She also knows what my vision is for the outside: something almost childish / childlike - less than perfect large ephemeral dragonflies of various colors. She is developing her skills with spray paint and I will enjoy the grounding of painting the white basis. We shall see what comes out of it.  I have offered to pay her with some time staying in the lodge.

As a sister Virgo - she is enjoying some good stars, good fortune and good love. I hope this continues for each of us in its own way.

Wheels go round and round, . . .

Well, Wednesday when I started my motorcycle and was able to ride, I rediscovered what makes me really really happy --> Mobility. I now have four sets of wheels: the Trailer, the pick-up (Lady Almathea), the mc (Red Bull) & Neith - the Dragon (my new Bicycle).  I love wheels (or spirals) and things that go round and round like the Zodiac - esp. beautiful out here with out night lights. I used to try to envision my daily routes in the big city (Berlin) as completing some kind of circle.  I was grateful that I always made it home this way, and that it was part of my routine.

I think there is something about being on my bike or motorcycle that totally reinforces presence and consciousness. The Butt & Seat rule ---> always good to have your butt and head in the same place if you want to stay alive and conscious.  Especially, on a bike or motorcycle, it is like Martial Arts, you must be conscious of the negative forces that may be out to get you - so you can maintain your own balance and life force.  There isn't time to figure out what and where and why you have other things going on - "they" may all be out to kill you and probably are --- especially if they drink drive and/or text, . . .

T or C is a town of riders and drunks (and other UN-/conscious people). But, like any other group of survivors, we recognize one another and there is some small amount of respect for staying alive.

I like this. Even in my pick-up between Las Cruces and T or C, especially on the back roads, it is a very meditative time.  I think my mind is so fast that it is in mobility that I find the peace of many many pictures that crowd out all the other visuals and voices. The roof has never been as important as the wheels. This is probably why it is so beautiful to have both.  I really could move the Dragonfly Lodge again - if I needed to.

For now tho - the DfL is on a lot next to the Rio Grande River. I will let the River move / flow, and I will find a way to go to sleep tonight and maybe have dreams of wheels, . . .

Lessons in Sewage --> 2 Rules

Rule #1: S*** runs down hill

Rule #2:  See Rule #1

I kept hearing all the boys sharing Rule #1 any time trailer discussion turned to potty issues.  I thought there had to be more to it than that.  I was wrong.  My toilet works and the sewer line is hooked up.  And it's all about Rule #1.

Appropriately, enough - let's start with a Blessing, . . .

Thank You Celia and Santa Fe VidArts.