Mirror in the Hay, Thanks for showing me the Way #7

In the Green Hallway… “Tus Labios pa’ mí, Tanit, Turai; Tu Estrella en Mí, Tara, Thurai”

Swoosh! I hear in the wind, as I see a silver cord dancing in spirals around me. I grab it and hold onto it, happy to know that kites always have cords long enough as to never get lost. Before making it back to the green hallway, I look at my surroundings and I smile at the little bridge over the acequia, facing a park across el bosque. Sunrays on the snow have given the bridge a whole new dimension. “EstA Puente, mi Espalda”, I whisper in an homage to Gloria Anzaldúa, and then also to my favorite Native writer, and finally to some place up north in LA NuevA México. It now looks like a series of wheels in motion.

Mirror in the Hay, Thanks for showing me the way #6

A Black and White Dream

-Wake up, sleepy bear, wake up! Maybe if I tell you a story, it will work in reverse to become a “get-up-time” story, and it will make you come back from wherever you’re wandering as you sleep... So here it goes. Once upon a time, as I saw you in a dream, you were a little girl, and you were staying at a place where a birthday or similar was celebrated. From that attic’s window, one could see a school ground below… People had decided to play a prank on little you. They had you lie on a couch, then asked you to close your eyes, and with a burnt cork they painted parts of your face black, under the eyes and on the cheeks. They wanted you to believe that you had been sleeping for months. You kind of knew that it was not true but were so stunned at their blatant lie that you did not understand that it was a joke. Everybody laughed and you did not. You were not offended or mad; you did not feel as a victim either, you were just wondering why they felt the need to do that, and your personal need was to understand their mindset. You felt a bit like an E.T. and your inquisitive mind secretly wondered if it would actually be possible to be sleeping for so long, and what it would imply.