I’m sitting here at my favorite little coffee dive (no, I’m not saying where this place is), thinking about all the insanity of the last few weeks. Since I have come home from Peru the shit hit the fan, big time, as I found that the people I had put so much faith in had basically set me up in a field for everyone to take their pot shots at me. The damage control on the postponement of the PBS special has been brutal. However. everything for a reason, right?
Another thing that has been odd is that the increased energy of women has become extremely overwhelming for me. My three girls, who I love dearly, came back home from Peru and I’ve been working on setting up their new lives, rooms, bed, school, language, culture, corn fields, clothes, laundry etc… I don’t know what happened but it seemed like a free-for-all the last couple weeks on the Facebook page and my email too. Maybe it’s all the dancing and running, not to mention we’re going into the pollen season for the corn maidens. Ugh… makes me wonder what gives people the right to be that way to me. Man, if I was ever like that to others I would be thrown in jail or in some mental hospital with all the insanity of restructuring. I really just feel like hanging up the proverbial towel, heading to the hills and disappearing.
ANYWAY… Whatever, Mirabal, COWBOY UP! Right? Everyone has stuff they deal with, even worse than me. Haha, it’s actually a joke as I read my firs paragraph again, shit, I’m pretty damn lucky!!! And, I’m a bad ass ’cause I just did a 9 miler in the morning mist. My body is strong, my legs haven’t given up on me in all these years of pounding the earth. Ahhhh, I’m still drinking my chai, my girls went to hopi with their grandma, auntie and uncle and they’re strong and they always are so amazing and inspiring. I’m surrounded by beautiful faces and bodies… all the craziness can kiss my ass, I’m still here… and blessed.
Okay, I feel better, back to business…
One of the first Ocarinas I got was from a man in Ecuador when I was about fourteen years old. It looked like a little carrot and it had an amazing sound. I had never seen an instrument like it. I was in a dance troupe and was touring the southwest with a show called Los Americas, north, south, central, South American native tour group. The last night was a party and Carlos, from the group Auyuacan (not sure if I spelled that right and can’t find it on infamous Google) sat next to me with crazy eyes and in broken english said, “This is your little man, make music…” He kinda creeped me out, however, I learned how to play the clay and it was actually my first traditional cultural wind instrument that I played around with.
Since then I have dabbled in many different kinds and even inspired my Uncle Tony into creating his own form of Ocarinas. I love all kinds of instruments and have incorporated many in my style of Native Rock. It’s been artistic trial and error when it comes to making these instruments; sometimes just leaving them for months leads to an epiphany of finding ways to create sound in such a small area of space. The physics is profound when it comes to controlled fluid dynamics. In fact, these small instruments are much more complicated in structure than the straight wooden native flutes.
Well my chai is cold and I have to leave to go to Jemez. I wanted to share this short blog just to inspire you in that no matter what obstacles may lay on your path you may always know that what you have created is golden and beautiful and with faith and love we will all succeed.
A line is drawn for us that marks our end, we must live life like the line is tomorrow.