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[djsangsta]

Today's #First4Songs: #AnythingCouldHappen by #EllieGoulding, #TheRailroad by #GoodnightTexas, #Patuence by #Grits, #TurnDownForWhat by #DJSnake and #LilJon. #music #DJSangsta #musicislife #Spotify #musicismyescape #oooShiny https://www.instagram.com/p/CAiJsIUFbZk/?igshid=1e15j60ne1mmk

[mountainsatherback]

My love is somewhere in that mountain

A crumpled wing of a monarch butterfly waits in my lap, perched between legs crossed and fluttering in the breeze of my breath.

Together it will become known that the dirt beneath our feet rumbles distantly of forgotten stories and ways of naming the stars. Whoever has come here before me knew they were taking in the beauty as it was then for the last time; always changing.

I don’t like Superman very much. I received a postcard yesterday with a cutout of a Superman comic on the front and recalled being intimidated or just put off as a child by his bulky muscular build. Glad he saved the world and all, but I much preferred the Clark Kent in glasses pre-phone booth transformation.

Clicking on the wooden floor panels, I heard their shoes pass by my door and burrowed deeper into my down comforter, imagining the warmth of a stoked wood stove.

An October 2014 Kathmandu moment as I walked around Boudhanath doing errands—in this case seeking out fresh pomegranates. Walking behind an older woman who was wrapped in a length of stained cloth and a sweater. We were on a side street—single-laned with a tall stone wall on one side and gated homes on the other. The woman hikes up the front of her wrap so it’s around her knees, squats down facing the wall and pees onto the wall, the stream of urine pooling around her chappals and then into the road. I just kept walking, stepping over the stream, and thinking about oh so many things. 

The projects and “to-do”s on my list are a bit staggering, but they’re mostly good and I’m looking forward to navigating my way through them. Trick is to figure out where to start and what to do when. Working backwards then forwards, all the while remembering to come back to where I am right now and what needs doing here. It’s snowing thick and heavy outside and I’m looking forward to dancing salsa tonight. I have a lot of correspondence to attend to in the way of leaning into a grad program in Oriental medicine. My trip to the West coast was great and I visited several good programs in January. So much to process! I admit I’m more drawn to the programs I’ve either visited or learned of in the Pacific Northwest—Portland, OR and Seattle, WA—with some curiosity about a program in Nelson, BC, as well (go figure). Still not sure when I would begin, but I’m trying to put my horse before the cart. Work, family, friends, health, and drafting master plans (anticipating the plans will pan out differently, of course!)

Hoping to visit my sister in Gunnison this weekend after I do a rock climbing class. Also hoping to meet up with an alumna of the Seattle program I'm looking at who practices acupuncture in Gunnison. Would be so great if this little jaunt works out. Will have to wait and see! (giddy gleeful smile!)

I’ve been listening to several new music groups in the past week. The names of the groups with their “gateway songs” that drew me in for more are: HoneyHoney (“Ohio” and “Big Man”), Kurt Vile (“Shame Chamber”), and Goodnight, Texas (“Jesse Got Trapped in a Coal Mine”). It’s this last song that has been stuck in my head for days now. It’s dark and beautiful at the same time and the rhythm keeps chugging along like life must even in the face of tragedy

....

Jesse got trapped in a coal mine

digging in the dark black pearl

Jesse got trapped in a coal mine and never did marry his girl

There aint no air and there aint no light

and there aint no way to make it out alive

his wedding was planned for the 5th of July

but Jesse got trapped in a coal mine and never did marry his girl

down down under West Virginia

down down in the pitch black earth

down down on her knees she cried

my love is somewhere in that mountain

...

That last line buries inside me whenever I hear it and I find myself repeating it in my head. Feels like my own heart is getting pulled into the strained ecology of a mountain mined for generations, searching for some trace of belonging— a jubilant light and life in a heap of hard harvest.

[chasinganalog]

goodnight, texas // san francisco, ca

[bandweblogs]

The ghost town of Goodnight, Texas sits halfway between the homes of San Francisco's Avi Vinocur and Chapel Hill, North Carolina's Patrick Dyer Wolf, whose transcontinental collaboration has taken on the name of its geographic midpoint.