I would like to say that life has been a challenge... no no, I would LIKE to say life has been smooth sailing. I must say, however, that I've been so busy I've lost touch. It's not like I don't notice things, such as the ungodly beautiful quilts in the Wilde Playhouse, or the way Beppie the Clown lady sculpts balloons into frighteningly accurate models of the Little Mermaid and Spider Man and such, it's just that my thrill seems a bit self-indulgent, ego-centric.... It's not like I'm sharing or communicating these epiphanies to anyone.
I'm not writing, I'm hardly having conversations in which I play myself. I have lots of conversations in which I play the person I represent. But that's somewhat fulfulling. I am at the sparking point of my own trajectory, I am able to live what I care about in many ways.
Tomorrow will be the first procession of the Yaqui Lenten Celebrations. I am going into the spring dreamtime. On Easter I will write a poem, as tradition dictates, and this year's will be titled, "The Year of Nameless Hills."
