The wind was fearful at one time, when he was very young, timid, like a little boy.
Those days are long departed.
Now; he has confidence, formed from carving his name on the atmosphere
to touch the world in millions of fractions that push away all the knowledge and everything you know.
dusty secrets for you to unravel.
He lets you become yourself, to bring about laughter in the moisture of life.
From: Running Alone in Photographs – page 146-147. chapter – Bpien Tdoi
When I’m in the village I sometimes do a process I call “the power of the moment.” I pick up the book and flip the pages with my thumbs quickly and ask the person across from me when to stop.
I quickly turn to the page and I read to them the page – most of the time the magic is amazingly uncanny and will really reflect their own personal challenges or the transitions in their lives.
“I can’t change what has happened in my life.
Although I’m changing my outcome.
that’s the best I can do for now…” – The main character Reyes Kristina Wind talking to a reporter.
The book was my first novel and it was one of the most intense academic processes I’ve ever had to undergo. I was blessed with a 6 month scholarship and everything was paid for – office space, intensive research facility and room and board included in Santa Fe at the School of American Research to create anything I wanted and I spent the first month partying like a freshmen in college.
Then I really thought long and hard about what I wanted to create.
I started punching the keyboard, from one letter to the next and eventually (in about 3 months) I had over 1,000 pages of stuff – just random stuff, however, it was all about me and I had to cut out half of all that shit. I really was pretty sick of myself by then – hearing my name, seeing my name, etc… So, in order for me to keep on creating I established a fictional character that could encompass my journey.
Through the process the protagonist became a woman who grew up on the pueblo with her grandparents – a type of bildungsroman as it would be called. For me personally, I turned myself into a reporter who found her living in the mountains about Taos Pueblo.
Enjoy listening, once a month I think I will read a chapter for you all.
Loving regards and many hugs…