The Furious Spinner

In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Monday, January 16, 2006

Keep Going

Tonight as we drove home, La Luna came up over the Rincons. First we saw a strange light in the mountains we had not seen before. It was a rayed arc, red. Had an alien ship landed? More likely something exploded. No. That was too steady. The rayed arc was the "Ladies and Gentleman, Introducing....La Luna." As we neared home, it rose a bit so that it looked like the luminous eye of an alligator. We turned up the radio and drove on toward it. As we got closer to the mountains, the Moon slipped away again.

We've been listening to KXCI 91.3 FM since we've been here. I love it. At home, we can't get radio. When we're driving to Portland we can get radio but the only thing we can stand is an oldie but goldies rock 'n roll station. I can listen to Led Zeppelin thirty times a day as well as the next person, but I'd like to hear something new every once in a while. 91.3 FM is a community radio station and it broadcasts many genres of music. I've already bought far too many albums since we've been here because of this station. On the way to Mexico, as we drove down Highway 83 to Nogales, we heard "Way Down" by Boozoo Bajou. I bought it tonight and the first track is "Keep Going" by Tony Joe White and Jody White. It's just someone giving directions yet it is quite menacing.

The song begins, "You all ain't from around here are you. Where you boys trying to git to. The swamp? Awright. Stay on this road right here. You go down this road here. Go down aways and you come to some crossroads. Keep going. Crossroads. Some crossroads. Awright. Go on on on down that road. Straight on to a little dirt road leading off to the left. And some train tracks. You come upon a little river with a little shotgun house with an old pickup in the yard. Don't turn there." And it ends with, "It drops off. Right into the swamps. That'll take you to the swamp. It drops off right into the swamps. You all aren't from around here, are you? "

I turned it up loud. (I'm hoping our housemates at the other end of the house couldn't hear it.) Went outside and under that not quite full moon I danced. A dog howled next door. A coyote yipped in the hills. And I danced. The horses ran around the corral. The stars above, oblivious, did the shimmy anyway.

Now it's time for bed. Was going to write some more but got distracted. I'm 55,000 words into the new novel. That's about 200 pages. I likes.

Friday night Mario and I walked the wash just about the time the Moon went full. The sand looked like snow. Everything looked as though it had a layer of snow on it, but it was just moon milk. It was so light outside that we walked the wash where the coyotes, mountain lions (we're told), and bobcats (we're told) wander. Not sure I would have been wandering there at night had I known the last two lovelies walked this way. I've been dreaming about cats since I've been here. Did I mention that? We'd only been here a couple of nights before I dreamed two tigers killed Mario. The other night I dreamed a mountain lion and a jaguar were after me. (Another night I dreamed Thomas Crow took me for a ride in his black helicopter. And John Goodman was playing Dr. Dude in the same sitcom where I was Roseanne's slutty sister; the stars made a cursive K in the sky just for me. In another dream I was trying to communicate with this tiny frozen man; I knew he had something to say. I made him bigger and after much trouble he finally was able to say what he wanted to say to me: "Shut-up!" Last night I was in the service. Yep. Dark blue uniform and everything. It's a busy dream season. But I digress into something that is only interesting to me.)

We tried to take photographs. Not a single one looks anything like the night was. It was like a dream. That's it. It was as though we were walking through a dream. Yet some of the photographs are interesting, so I will post them.

Sweet dreams, darlins.

On the way to the dreamin'.