The Subliminal Incoming Tide

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“We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.” ~ Thomas Hardy

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.” ~ Neil Gaiman

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”  ~ Plato

“It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them. ”  ~ Agatha Christie

The low hum of the time of the season washes down deep, the subliminal incoming tide, and for some strange reason it tickles. That’s good, right? It’s a term, cast in a certain light, that my mother used to use to describe a funny moment that continues to make you giggle at odd times as you walk along with the day’s passage. It tickles, yes, at odd times, throughout the day. That’s me in the season this morning. Samhain, Day of the Dead, All Saints Day. Take your pick. I arrived in Taos on All Saint’s Day, in 1994. At the time I had no illusions about the endurance of my stay in this weird town – I was on the run from the worst . . . oh, never mind. That was a long time ago, and I am still here. Now, my preference as to what this coming holiday is called is Samhain. Celtic ways color my view of the world. It’s a matrilineal thing. In the genes of my mother’s side of the family, it is. Goddess stuff for me; I don’t know about others in the family. But that is what I am feeling now, this low hum. I think we should know that the stars hum, the Earth hums, happy people hum as well. Vibrations permeate all that we can experience, that we do experience.


This day is a walk with Spirit. The Beauty Way. As per usual I don’t want to leave home. It’s not quite agoraphobia, but it could go there, if allowed. I don’t want to leave El Prado and drive down to Taos for a day’s investment in gainful employment. But when I get there it all falls into place. I feel happy and I let it show. A day’s work always takes toll on my body. There’s the neck to worry about, and . . . aw, don’t worry. The massage therapist asked the other day “You’re always in pain, aren’t you?”. Yeh, pretty much. My life brought me here, to this day, and chronic physical pain is simply part of the deal. Would Lortabs help? Yes, if I didn’t mind sitting in a chair all day. Ibuprofen with a little bit of gabapentin takes the edge off, takes the burn away. Soooo . . . within this day I will find music. I will drum and sometimes sing, as I go about my appointed duties. I will help people do what they need and/or want to do. A lot of laughter as well – my constituents are funny people; good to work with. All of this, all the time, will find me watching intently for that sweet smile, if she should come around. It could be anybody, but I think not. See, there’s this one . . . it’ll be a good day. No expectations. And as the day comes to an end I shall hum along home, to the cat and the bed. A day at work always leaves me achy and a little stunned. Yet I’m loving this season. That’s the point here.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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