windthread

At first thought,  it was Marginal Lives.  But then, soon after i thought through those two words,  I thought,  No.  NOT marginal lives,  rather,  Lives lived in the Margin.  That's closer.  Not IT yet, but closer.

I woke this morning in what felt like an Altered State somehow.  It was 4 something,  but there was a strong sense of the Outside, inside and as it became light it began to actually Rain.    Storm Cells.  This added to the sense of disorientation.  But it wasn't IT.   IT was the trip yesterday.  IT was really, meeting Cindy in her home territory,  as not Cindy the Greatest and Best Nurse,  but Cindy, the Woman.  Her home.   Her Place on this planet.  Cindy is a StoryTeller and so i know a lot of her life.  Before she came here from her birthplace of Nashville, Tennessee,  and then when she came to N. Mex.    But seeing her Home….where she has lit for the last years was ,  well,  was uhhhh,  more than i would have imagined.  Her home had originally been a workshop.  The amount of physical and creative labor involved in the place i visited yesterday is really monumental.   inside and All Around.   Things she has done HERSELF.  Taught herSelf to do.  Talk about the Queen of  Just Going…..   

So to look.  To tour around with her looking at this and that,  listening to her,  set the scene in my mind.  Then we are at the Storage Unit and Hilda comes.   Hilda is a soft and gentle woman.  I think young.  And how it was.  Short on time,  but Strong of Spirit.  So much was seeded in me.  And then that physical Rush of the need to Go Home.   That Drive.  Fast and Hard.  Wanting to be Home and then to listen as the Goats began to call at first hesitantly because they really couldn't identify the sound of the truck outside the gate…and Tay who had waited in that crate those hours,  spending at least 20 minutes smelling me all over before even going outside…Where had i BEEN?????,  and with WHO?  

And some of it is just that Drive.  That drive through OPEN EXPANSE where there is almost no human mark.   It's kind of disorienting,  but really, REorienting to something like an inner compass

that truck

Today it was thread beads that Jude taught me.  Many.  More to come.

POPULATION:  2000 census for Mountainair  1,116

                                                                     Willard                240

                                  2013 census           Corona                169

                                                                      Socorro           8, 911