Ok, we’re coming to the end of our year, still busy but not as much, winding down to the greeting of the new year and the beautiful rest, sleep and slumber of winter in the Pueblo.
Every year, the girls and I stay in the village for the quiet time, the season of mother earth’s rest; I’ve traveled many places and I haven’t found a culture that lets the mother rest for a moment, we do, however, a when I was kid story comes up again. hihi
Many many more families would move into the village after the harvest. It was a simple and amazing time to rekindle the old fires of the village and see the families walking in and out of the walls.
Those days are fading and fading fast, I don’t think people would move in the old village even if you paid them, but be that as it may, we are still here and some families still believe in the inner migration of the soul, the village, the inner sanctums tummy.
In the village when it storms up a good snow
thick flakes falling,
on the cold crack’d earth
you can’t hear it’s flirting, it’s teasing,
dancing us to sleep.
Why do we return this pristine, old, present time,
this overwhelming love of the ancient,
hugs endless kisses you drop, offer as we sleep soundlessly in our village home,
a song of snow is calling,
loud as a thunder drum
a singer in the cloud world is singing,
come, ye all you faithless faithful!
some get called out by name, some hear it before it happens.
a pueblo snow is bending,
the evergreen cedar and pinon trees
a pueblo snow falling is running down,
ants, mice, puppies
You see now the sky river’s look how they rage in anarchy, beauty and laughter,
in the wintery pueblo they are in charge
it’s the quiet heart and only the serene heart of man that is majestic today
clinging on the decaying memories of old things that are vanishing,
in a sad, lonely cold flow of disarray
I sleep peacefully every day in my village as the snow is falling,
on the floor of cracked earth
snow flirts and calls me out it is teasing,
asking for us to the dance,
the dancing in our dreams.
sleep with electricity and the hum of cell phones rage, I sleep better when water doesn’t drip from faucets and when an artificial woman of technology finally gives up to call again..RM
Winter is here ahhhhh. I was gone hunting in the east and it started chasing me in those quaint towns and cities on the east coast. Now it has followed me, caught me in my night’s slumber..
I’m in love with an element. The element of winter speaks to me and I listen, and it’s always better when we listen without words.
Thank you all of you..!!!
I hope you fall asleep smiling…