like when I first arrived in New Mexico after driving cross country and leaving everything and everyone I knew and cramming 1 % of everything I ever owned into an 87' Plymouth Colt which heroically made it the 1,900 miles and then quietly died. Having left everything and everybody behind I was understandably a bit scared. When I got to the border of New Mexico something miraculous happened. The clouds where arched like a portal..Maybe I was having a flashback...but it really happened. It was like a religious experience. I felt at home ...but I was so lonely. I used to listen to Greg Brown songs at night and cry myself to sleep.Beautiful songs about lost love, regret and gut wrenching desires. .. such a sexy sad warm voice. A place kind of takes and shapes you in ways you don't know till you leave...LIke invisible arroyos the stark vast calm beauty of the NM place rubbed away alot of my unnecessary rough edged anxieties. It filled me with a little more grace. I'm sure that the Blue Ridged mountains must be working on you too. I think boredom is some kind of a prerequisite for making something beautiful...Loved that Pollack and slice of moon image. Hope yer well Cara
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- cara 9-29-2003 4:55 pm