"Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures"
Postal Service cruising on the Res every morning and afternoon. I'm lost somewhere between the landscape layering itself and these words every time.
Something in me changed today. I love Wednesdays here in Bluff. I love when in a classroom and talking about symbolism and mythology and history and how everything ties to this beautiful landscape. I'm in it right now and have felt inspired to appreciate my day on paper. Janet came in today where Haley and Jonathan and I spoke with her about selling her pottery and jewelry on etsy.com, a handicraft sellers website. I saw here eyes light up and her mind working behind them, in awe of how much she would be able to benefit. (Janet is the woman whose family we are building a home for here on the reservation. Her whole family is supported by her business of making pottery and lives off of only $9000 a year). My excitement matched hers. I couldn't wait to start documenting her items. :) The Merlin, her man, started showing Bob, Blake and I his and Janet's drawings for our clay wall. The symbolism in both her pottery and jewelry tells of Navajo stories and important symbols. Each is crated with these sacred meaning in mind. There is much planning and much thought. I love that she embraces her cultures so. I was illuminated by this moment.. That, and the clay that Atsushi, Hiroko, Blake and Bob hand-carried out of comb ridge was ready. My head is a spinning case of reels - my vocality in my dreams last night was a witness. This is precisely the time when I want to be artistic and create. It is the relief I seek and can feel. I wish there was time right now. soon. Wedding will be over. Decisions will be in stone. And I will be able to have my breath again.
