06/23/2016
Yes! Pulling out of the gate. I have completely forgotten all of my blog topics! I am further impeded by a cricked neck and a second thumb/knife accident in as many weeks! Due to the band aid…index fingers it is.
Using my index fingers typing sideways on my iPhone 6 make me feel even more like the giant I feel like. Wh Wh what? Exactly. Heading 33,000 feet in the air. Scratch that, I actually don’t feel like giant at all. I feel like an spirit! I feel the Gs holding me against the upright seat. The crick is gone… I , I , I’m flying. We are flying! Me my love, 70 other comrades, and my quilombo, my village, my ancestors. We are all flying.
I have been holding it in, but my eyes tend to water at 30k. I’m reminded to have one last look at our river, our mountain, our mesa. Endless desert, endless life. Kaweshtima, Rio Puerco. The words,the language, the view melt together to form the silt and mud slowly crawling through the veins of the overgrazed basin. Haak’u, To’hajiilee, Kawaik, Katishtya, Kewa, Kotyit, Tewa and Tiwa.
I love the story of eagle boy in his eagle suit. Flying so high to the eagle village. Seeing all across the land. Looking down on the mountains and trees below. Freedom. The power. The story fades as I see Walatowa! Yakoke, Mitakuye Oyasin.
Lakes hidden from the weary featherless twolegs.
What did happen to eagle boy anyway…?
Red earth, forest green trees, bandaid color earth. I’ve seen these mound mountains of the lower Rockies on relief maps. But I see them now in 3D.
El Vado, Rio Chama. Enough with the commas!!!!!!!!!!!
What’s better: A to-do list or a checked off list? Depends on the list I guess…
So many cradled lakes in the billion year old bosoms of our mother. Oh, we’re in Colorado! No wonder my mind is wandering.
When I am no longer excited about looking out of an airplane window… Please slap me!
That was a brain dump alright.
Where are we?
Descending towards Denver. Time to take off the eagle suit and be a man again.
Travelin'Round Brown 