Many times this time has not been about the rebirth of the light, the
birthday of Dionysus. Christmas has often been a time when this Jewish
kid from Norwich, CT nursed/nourished isolation and
alienation, took a perverse joy in embracing cold and bleakness.
Six years ago I first came into contact with The House of Paine/Garde
and Tahlequah, OK. I came into contact with Magical Realism and It's
Music.
The time since has never been devoid of magic, and yet this particular
time has often been particularly arduous times of isolation,
alienation, the indifference of the elements.
There was the Christmas time, six years ago, when Bonnie ( the Bonnie
Paine), Dan ( the Daniel Rodriguez) y Yo
were traveling from Tulsa to Denver in a raging blizzard, in two
vehicles (see 'narrative of the voyage of the bloody, snake chariot'
at www.libbyhome.blogspot.com).
My car (the original bloody, snake chariot - a 1989 Toyota
Tercel) had a broken, distributor cap. Only the heavy moisture of the
blizzard allowed the electricity to continue working in my engine. And
then when we got to Salina, Ks. and the other side of the blizzard, the
electricity became weak, feeble.
We gave each other Christmas presents and had to part at a gas station
parking lot, in the middle of the
night, in a cold, icy wind - Bonnie and Dan to Colorado - me, to a
six hour, 15-20 m.p.h. (maximum) adventure, east on the shoulder of
I-70, back to the missile base.
There was the Christmas Time I took my leap into the wild, blue
yonder, the dynamic uncertainty of transiting the length of Mexico to
arrive in San Cristobal de la Casas, Chiapas, with 200 pesos to spare
(see 'narrative of....' at www.libbyhome.blogspot.com).
And then there is this Christmas times when I am again arrived at the
place I ought to be, with the people I ought to be with, in the right
time.
It is an arduous time in that yesterday arrived here in Oklahoma City
with the Great Blizzard of 'O9.
It is an arduous time in that I am struck and shaken when it comes
crushingly home to me that each person is such a universe on
to themselves, that each person is such a Mystery.
And so, I come to the conclusion which I often come to - it is about
posture in the face of Mystery.
The posture of embracing, respecting and, most of all, loving and
being compassionate to The Mystery/The
Universe of the Other, is the Victory, the
Transcendence of isolation, alienation, cold and bleakness.
De mi Corazon - May y'all be joyously Reborn in the Resurgent Light,
Kai Bacchus/Dionysus
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