Thursday, March 27, 2008
March 27 Sunny Days
There was no dead pigeon in the shed this morning. Both are out there wondering why would someone want to shoot them.
Most of the day was spent with JC doing maintenance and hooking up the 72 inch brush hog to the tractor in prep in mowing down willows. Later I wanted to check out the Taos Pueblo that I hadn’t seen since 1974. The tribal police stopped Rebecca and me outside the pueblo. “No visitors today.” “When will it re-open?” “April 20th.” “What’s happening?” “Tribal ceremonies.” Interesting that if it’s a Christian based ceremony such as with the Yaquis, it’s open but if it’s tribal, it’s not. And that’s the way it should be.
Late in the afternoon JC watched me bury the dead magpie and then we walked the narrow path through the willow thicket to the creek. We sat on the bench at the beaver pond while Spud nosed around in the grass behind us. Sam, the barn cat, who had joined us lay in the grass with a locked stare as all of us watched a muskrat swim by. What a serene place.
I'm counting down the time when I leave the family womb. I'm looking forward to being back on the open road but will really miss the good times with the kinfolk. What I’ll miss most is the sharing of their day and their work; being a participator. You’re just an observer most of the time when you are a traveler.
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SOOOO true. Can't wait to be on the open road with thee!!
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