Daily Archives: August 5, 2005

More ABQ thoughts

OK…I’m starting to get excited now.

It’ll be good to see y’all.

I am nervous as hell about managing stress/time dilation/alcohol/poetry tag and most of all sleep deprivation.

See, I trace a lot of my most recent breakdown and worsening of the overall diagnosis to the disruption I went through at NPS 2003. That trip screwed my sleep cycles up so badly that I went into a tailspin right afterward and then it just got worse.

I’m on different meds now, vastly different meds; I’m far more conscious of what I need to do to align myself with health, too. Nonetheless, I worry.

I do hope I get to read at one or two side events.

I need to get out of the city one day and head to somewhere like Acoma or Mescalero. Acoma because the church there is such a sacred space, Mescalero because that’s where my dad is from and I need a peek at Sierra Blanca again. Although I’ve been in NM a couple of times since then, I’ve not been on the rez since 1990.

But I’m thinking Acoma might be more my speed this trip.

I’ll have a laptop with me so I can update LJ if I feel like it.

I am betting I won’t feel much like it.

And I’m counting on this trip to clear my head in a couple of important ways, in regard to a whole host of questions I’ve been thinking about. More, perhaps, about that later.

Right now, I’m just thinking of sunset on the Sandia Range…


hey NPS crew…

If you don’t read javabill, go read his latest post.

NOW.

Print it out and bring it with you.

NOW!!!!!


Amazing

Man, the things I find
every time I look for
something else!

I have a houseful
of children’s faces
and a blank easel

which appeared while I
was looking for truth
in a bottle of paint.

I own clothes
that don’t cover my shame
that were found in a box

where I had hoped to find
comfort and freedom. (The shame
came in a pocket I forgot to check.)

And those eyes! Where did I get those?
I don’t remember what I was seeking
when I picked up that pair of stones.

Amazing! Everything I am
was a discovery by default!
I turn my face away and reach out once again.

What comes into my hands this time
is the book of a lifetime
that was so not what I expected.

I put it away.
I take it out again and shake my head.
But I cannot toss it aside.

Is this a work
of fantasy,
or an inventory?