I'm enjoying the best of Truth or Consequences. Comfy digs, snuggly kitties, a perfect blend of friends and solitude, and the walk-to-ableness of desirable hangouts. I walked-to and hung-out at Black Cat Books and Coffee this morning and indulged in both.
Flooding has subsided here. It took two lives while it stayed.
The Rio Grande used to flow freely through here, where people now live. Rivers pretend to be tamed, but they have long memories.
|Moral: guitars are a gateway instrument|
Tina lived in T or C for a year, playing Scrabble. Now she's in Texas trying out gate-guarding.
|What's rowdier than four middle-aged women playing Scrabble? House plants.|
I haven't been living out of Spud for the past month because I've been housesitting here in Truth or Consequences. The timing was great for me. I'm comfortable. I've been able to enjoy friends and re-center myself. The home I'm in holds the spirit of the people who usually live here - it's peaceful and cozy and happy.
When I'm in Spud, my days are varied. It's easy for me to be in places that are interesting. I try to find a place for the night early-ish in the day, or at least have a place in mind. I like state parks and BLM campgrounds because I'm supposed to be there, so I'm comfortable and can put up Spud's Habitent. And they have toilets and often showers. I wander around. I ask people what they would tell me to see. I see those things. I find good books and squirrel them into empty spaces. I read them. I do crossword puzzles. I meditate. I take naps. Meditation ➪➪ nap.
I can get unwound and anxious if I think about the future, whatever that is. I can feel sad if I think about the past. Being here now is my favorite tool, and I use it for everything. Loose nut? Oh good, it's pliers. Becoming unmoored? It's a rope. Need attachment? It's a joiner. Too attached? It's a crowbar.
I feel joyous and grateful when I'm seeing new, beautiful things. My days are like that a lot.
When I take a notion, I pack up and move on. The packing up may take as much as five minutes, if I've scattered myself around.
There is thunder in the not-so-distance. Literally. I metaphor you not.