Went for a drive early this morning. Something I should do more often. I don’t have a 9-5 job, so why do I sometimes live as if I do? I stopped at a little hill near Chimayo and took the above 360Âº set of photos. The hill is very familiar to me because 20 years ago I lived only a few miles from that spot and visited it often. Then I continued through Chimayo and towards Truchas. I turned right towards Santa Cruz lake. Driving through a tiny Northern New Mexico village my iPod, on shuffle, delivered Thru the Trees/Cloudless Sky from the album Borrasca. It fit the mood and landscape perfectly and I thought of this:
meaning: for this time only, never again, one chance in a lifetime
While I love that music, it is also a distant past now. Those albums are all snapshots. From NF to Borrasca, then the change to The Hours…, then Opium. La Semana feels so different from Borrasca and it should – it’s 13 years younger. It all sounds so different and yet I recognize myself in all of it. Like looking in the mirror and noting a change. So different yet the same. I crawl on the floor, playing with my son and 40 years fall away from my mind and I am not different from him… just crawling and exploring and playing.
We shall not cease from exploration,
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Also reminds me of Nan-Chuan, who said:
Tao does not belong to knowing or not-knowing.
Knowing is illusion; not-knowing is stupor.
Then I stopped at the Tesuque Village Market for breakfast. Coffee, huevos rancheros – christmas (both red and green chile), eggs over medium.