two or one
  • place: Prescott, Arizona

28::December::1996 15:10 → permalink

fortune cookie:

Two small jumps and sometimes better than one big leap.
Lucky Numbers 2. 10, 20, 24, 33, 44

Out on a hike with Janet and Jazzie around the Inscription Canyon area north of the house here about ten miles. A day where things look alive and still. Jazzie, the Aussie (Australian Sheepdog), is a live-wire, sharp and witty.

Making this walk reminds me of when we were kids, going up in to the cornfields behind our house with the collies, Lady Jane, and Rusty Nails and playing hide-and-seek with them in the towering stalks of silage corn. Conversation being played out on different backgrounds and at different time of life. How things change, how they remain the same. We read the writing on the rock in tones of age, time, and especially, place.

Yesterday was an exhausting day working on three people’s Macs, swimming, and then driving round trip to Phoenix to pick up Casey (my niece from California). Driving fast. Something I have noticed about the US recently, that people are really driving much faster than either the posted speed limits or what might be construed as safe. The fifty-five mile-per-hour speed limit is a thing of the past. No more savings needed. Oil seems an inexhaustible resource to Americans once again. I wonder how it will be in the future. For my child and the other children of today.

I talk to George on the phone today. I guess the last time was back in October or so, from Stefan’s place in Manhattan. The difference between our long virtual conversation and these short ‘real’ ones is immense. But of the substance of the difference I am not able to dissect. Like walking in the land today. Under Granite Mountain behind the folk’s house.

I feel almost completely cut off from the land, in a way that I have not felt before. It is truly strange. Yet familiar. As though I am drawing away from the being-ness of it all. And simultaneously drawing into complete alignment. I go to look at the stars and I realize that I am seriously slacking. have only made a couple hundred dollars in the past month. here under the winter sun. and not much future happening yet either. not hustling enough.

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