“I nest up in the tower that lets the Light in, I fish out on the bay beneath the sun, the young ones wait at home to learn the lesson, how much searching must be done” ~ Ken Ebert, Osprey
“This is a roadside attraction,’ said Wednesday. ‘One of the finest. Which means it is a place of power.” ~ Neil Gaiman, American Gods
Too many thoughts, too much input, my poor brain struggles under the load. Not that the coffee helps. Think of the guy in the corner at the Coffee Spot, Elevations, Taos Java, whatever, here in Taos, plugged in to a Mac Book Pro, nipping at his latte once in a while, and he’s taking it in, he’s catching the trending wave, he is fully embracing caffeine, as if some sacrament, which it most certainly is at this date in history. Dude’s stylin’. My Spell Check just tried to substitute “Stalin” for “stylin'” in that last sentence, but I caught it in the nefarious act, vetoed the notion, because that guy in the corner is sitting peacefully, and bothering no one. Leave him be. My point is the busy mind, and how caffeine seems to pull our consciousness further down into the torrents of the magpie chatter in our heads. Mine anyway. But I like my coffee so it is what it is what it is what it is, is it not?
It’s about time to go watch the sun crest the southern rim of Pueblo Canyon. That rim still blatantly shows the burn scars from the Encebado fire back in ’03. I used to sit in my car at lunch break, when I worked at Cid’s, and watch the fire fight while I ate lunch, which was intense, to put it mildly. But it helped me to get deeper into that primal and metaphysical element of Fire, and its mythopoeic implications. Now, when I watch the sun rise over those scars I get that deep down feeling where my primal instinct and intuition lay ready to instruct. Deep places, Collective Unconscious, Hero’s Journey. From this place I can most definitely see my chronic anxiety as the primal Life Force channeled through some very dysfunctional filters. But wait. That’s not fair. One of my goals, as an inquiring science geek type of guy, is to find purpose in this mental illness continuum, so the word “dysfunctional” is really misleading. It is functional, just not within the parameters and reasoning of what is accepted as our normal mental state. I can see it as an artifact born of modern American culture, but that as an only explanation is banal and shallow. I’m going to leave it at that. I could go on for at least a coupla thousand words on that topic. I guess it is on my mind because I am going in for an “skill assessment” as a prerequisite for an interview for the job that I want. Wish me luck, please. I’m saying I am nervous and I want it to be natural nervousness rather than clinical. I don’t want my occasional full left arm spasm to happen and have the guy be reminded of Peter Sellers in Doctor Strangelove! Nah, the guy’s likely not old enough to even know that movie. I’d better go.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.