Mirror in the hay, thanks for showing me the way #5

In the hay, in the hag, in the hall…

-So which color is missing from the maze to complete our chakras? asks the voice.

-Well, I answer, the conceptors of the maze have mixed two kinds of blue, actually. Because the physical station, where it felt so good to relax and have a chat, is painted in a color very similar to the New Mexican sky, turquoise. But then on the paper they have painted a darker hue.

-cobalt, azure, lapis, navy, indigo?

-I really don’t know, I say. Although I guess it’s indigo, to make it match the color of the sixth chakra, that of the third eye… I must admit that I have a hard time differentiating the colors of the last two chakras: indigo and purple, they look pretty similar to me.

-Well, it’s ok, we will go with the flow anyway, to see what comes up eventually. Speaking of which, what character does ‘blue’ conjure up for you?

Magic Mirror in the hay, thanks for showing me the way #4

Blue Skies, Maze has got blue Skies ♫

-So are we going to hit the green yet, since you’ve been impatiently whining about it? asks the voice.

-I was not whining, I was just eager to get to it. Well you know, something tells me we are not exactly into the green yet, and it’s ok. I feel way more relaxed now, I’m not in such a hurry as I was earlier in our maze walk. I am learning how to enjoy the present moment.

-Beautiful, says the voice. It’s a big improvement!

-I guess so, I answer.

As I walk silently, taking a deep breath from time to time, the voice, for a change, is the one who seems to need to fill the void.

-We have not talked much about that image that showed up when you mentioned the heart-shaped lollipop. Why the horse jumping obstacle in shadows and a drawing, and the weird shape in which the rider seems to dive into?

Magic Mirror in the hay, thanks for showing me the way #3

Follow the Yellow Stone Road

I am thinking out loud as I walk the maze.

-Well, now that I think of it, even though down seems to be the natural direction of a wheel if we let it go free style, we should rather say that it takes us up the maze, if we agree that the colors resonate with our energy wheels, the chakras. Although, it’s true that for now we’ve been walking without looking for something in particular, and maybe it was a coincidence to get started with red and then orange…

-A what? asks the voice who sounds to be on the brink of getting a bit angry.

-Oh, sorry, it’s true, no such thing as coincidence… I didn’t say anything, voice… My bag is starting to feel heavy on my shoulder. Right now, I wish you were more than a voice, just saying. See, I’m progressing. I no longer feel ashamed or too shy to ask for help.

-I see, but you’re strong, you can carry it yourself, although I’m proud of you, yes: you are starting to voice (heehee) what you need. However you still tend to hint at it instead of directly asking for what you want.

-Well, because in my culture, or maybe just my family, we assume that people know what is needed, and it is considered rude and typical of spoiled brats to ask, I guess… No wonder that not too many people think of me as an only child for that matter. Those differences in what should be the “norm” constitute the beauty but also the complexity of cultural codes among different peoples and places. Don’t you agree?

Magic Mirror in the hay, thanks for showing me the way #2

The World is an Orange (Federico García Lorca)

-Are you sure that you are not afraid to find scary things as in Stephen King’s stories as we go on our search among the stalks? asks the voice.

-Are you kidding me? I answer. Why would I? I left my fears being sung out by Jeanne Mas in her song that still resonates in the red stopover of the maze.

-We did not talk much about the lyrics, did we? I feel like knowing more.

-Well, the first lines state “si on m’avait conseillée, j’aurais commis moins d’erreurs, j’aurais su me pardonner toutes les fois que j’ai eu peur”. Basically, it means that she would have made fewer mistakes if she had had people advising her, and also that she would have known how to forgive herself every time she was scared. However, I also think that “what ifs” are not too productive. We learn from our mistakes, and we learn that we are faster and faster and better and better at saying “ok, been there done that, and I’ve been learning how to forgive myself now”. So I think it was just a catchy song, that’s why I liked it by then…

-Haha! Yeah, yeah… Catchy touchy… You know, as well as I do, that nothing happens “for nothing”, says the voice. But I also agree about “having been there and done that”, and I feel the immense pleasure of forgiving oneself too, so it’s the perfect timing for our next color step in the maze.

-Why? Do you already know where our steps are going to take us? I ask.

Magic mirror, in the hay, thanks for showing me the way #1

The red way

Here I am, at the entrance (and also exit) of the so-called maize maze which actually is a sorghum maze. A post indicates, through wooden signs, the direction of important points of reference in Albuquerque: Petroglyphs, Balloon Fiesta, Biopark, Old Town… Oh, that is nearly my part of town, because I’ve always been attracted to the old, I guess. It is strange to enter this realm through its west gate… As if we were going backwards, well, maybe it is what is intended after all, at least to take a look back to understand what brought us in the now. My first steps take me on an intuitive walk among tall wannabe maize stalks, and I hear a voice in my head that asks me if I am ready to step into the past and the future, to put on the coat of who I am.  

Magic mirror in the hay, thanks for showing me the way #0

Here are my memories of when I walked the maize maze. Maybe they’re accurate, maybe they’re blurred. Maybe they’re from the real realm or maybe the dream realm. Maybe it’s me, maybe it’s you, maybe it’s all of us, dancing in the mirror. Are you ready to take this journey? Believe me or believe me not, érase una vez un laberinto, where the journey was about to begin in the Kan ya Makan, the land of the edge of me, au fil de l’autre, au fil de l’eau, the land of il était une fois et puis une autre pas, suivez mes pas... Follow me...

Magic mirror in the sand, Tell me who I am again #4

-Between you and I, goes on Peridot, I must confess that I’ve always seen all those dolls in Santa’s office like red drops in a unique shade of pain(t) tossed in a bucket that I call the “Mirageous (an adjective between miraculous, mirage, and rage) Harem Pot”. Sounds a bit like Harry Potter, by the way. How about transforming that name I chose for the particular paint bucket?

-I would love it! I say. Nico, grab my hand, and we’ll see what we can make of this fake harem…

After a few minutes of deep concentration, Nico and I come up with a funny line made of our boggling mind:

*Harem pot* dance, born in the old *hate prom*, I’m grounded again and have built from the *earth* *THE* perfect *mop* to cleanse my *heart*.

-I needed a heart mop too, Lady, says Peridot. Thank you for helping me finding it.

-De nada…

-We all needed it, says Nico. Now that you seem to have expelled the black sap from your heart again and turned the interrogation marks into a big red heart, the sacred cow and I have a gift for you…

Magic mirror in the sand, Tell me who I am again #3

-Wow, I say, it’s the first time ever I see someone painting Mona Lisa with coffee…

-Yes, I’m an artist, and a Kermit-cœur-mythe too…

-I think you mean hermit, I dare to interrupt…

-No I mean Kermit, like the frog who always knew how to entertain the masses… Look, I know sometimes it must have been a wild ride for Frida and Georgia, but they had the choice to be strong, and they were, but they also chose to sometimes bask in that victim mode, and in the end, who’s most remembered, huh? Same for Mona Lisa siempre callada y sonriente… I say both parties always have their responsibility on how easy or tricky the ride is.

-I agree, I said.

-You do? Well, that’s great to hear. Ok, let’s erase Mona and have that coffee, shall we? I got this Hawaiian blend a friend gave to me, I don’t know its name, she just gave me a home-made pack with initials on it: KS, she told me to drink it as the day breaks, when I greet the sun. But here it’s like on the Little Prince’s planet actually. So many things seem to dawn on you and on us all that it feels like a new day after each a-ha moment.

Magic mirror in the sand, Tell me who I am again #2

The landing is not too rough. I fall on sand again, and I have a balance problem like Alice when she fell on the ceiling under an upside down candelabra. It also has to be similar to what Peter Pan must have experienced when he left without his shadow, or what the shadow must have felt when he left without it.

-You’re YOU though, says a voice in my head. And remember: Rumi said that “doing as others told me, I was blind. Coming when others called me, I was lost. Then I left everyone, myself as well. Then I found everyone, myself as well.”

-Yes, I whisper. And Jung also said “My soul leads me into the desert of my own self”, so let’s have a look at this me-desert…

Magic mirror in the sand, Tell me who I am again #1

-So you’re doing “wind angels” or something?

The words pronounced in the Gypsum Sea of the Tularosa Basin are meant to be scornful but the voice is still warm and clear… It seems to come out of nowhere, and as I look around, a bit perplex, I stop my silly moves on the white sands of this unique scenery in the south of my beloved New Mexico.

-…Huh? Do I finally utter out there in the warm air.

-It’s not how it’s supposed to be done, you’re only half way grounded; how do you want any angel to be seen from above if you have one leg and one arm in the air?