In The Shape Of A Heart -Martin Luther KIng and Jackson Browne -
HOPI RADIO rocks my world. ghost dancers in the moonlight and ol Jackson Browne. JOni Mitchill. The music my babysitters used to play ; and when you made out in the front seat at the Mars Hill Overlook....
I haven't heard some of these songs in years so I ask WHY tonight? a bit melancholic; the night is actually balmy ; haven't started to make dinner yet... want to make prints and put new images behind glass.... look at prints not a computer screen... all of it goes hand and hand but sometimes you got to touch your pictures....the tones, the memories; more than just ink, on the page.
It makes me think of country loves songs and red neon light l; I think of the frontera; and of a woman named Juanita or Maria Guadalupe...she is beautiful and waiting for something to happen ; what is the fate? of one or another? holes in the wall...spray paint,icons of our Lady, Mal Verde, Jesus, Coke a Cola all lined up; my mind jumps ; teenage love; mature love; what the #@k love? rhinstone cowboys ; river stones and naked trees; lost love letters and the faces
of the people I've photographed these years; the screen saver plays random photos of the past 5 years; which file is this from?...changing times / movies. the kids all getting bigger; friends now parents; rocks and water; walking up canyons to touch the heart in the breast of Sonora; wouldn't you know I found two heart stones....one green one sparkly...it felt like magic ; )
Heart rocks make me think of Laurie and Dennis; woo cafe red lights and summer nights in Flagtown ; she has a wall full of heart stones... just beautiful; usually I find worn wood.... still have a bag full of drift wood from the canyon.... old scrap from the rez... worn just so. and now there is the gold of Sonora; walking in tall grass; shades of denim blue mountains; the sycamore trees elegant in winter like ancient monks contemplating the silver sound of water under fallen leaves.
thinking too much tonight. a sentimental sip of tequila for it's long journey with Spence and Emi ; it got here - everyone home again. late night coffee? dark and sweet.... contemplate the moon with milagro and look south to where I go next - the wind is calling.
and now the baddest version of this little light of mine sung by Nina Stapler who sang during Martin Luther King's rallies ; dang KUYI you sure know how to choose em.
Is a glass half empty or half full? is a heart half empty or half full ? what do we put into life? Lots of heart to think about and it's almost Valentines day...
It was a ruby that she wore
On a chain around her neck
In the shape of a heart
In the shape of a heart
It was a time I won't forget
For the sorrow and regret
And the shape of a heart
And the shape of a heart
I guess I never knew
What she was talking about
I guess I never knew
What she was living without
People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
Wait around for the one who fits just like a glove
Speak in terms of belief and belonging
Try to fit some name to their longing
There was a hole left in the wall
From some ancient fight
About the size of a fist
Or something thrown that had missed
And there were other holes as well
In the house where our nights fell
Far too many to repair
In the time that we were there
People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
Reach out to each other though the push and shove
Speak in terms of a life and the learning
Try to think of a word for the burning
You keep it up
You try so hard
To keep a life from coming apart
And never know
What breaches and faults are concealed
In the shape of a heart
It was the ruby that she wore
On a stand beside the bed
In the hour before dawn
When I knew she was gone
And I held it in my hand
For a little while
And dropped it into the wall
Let it go, heard it fall
I guess I never knew
What she was talking about
I guess I never knew
What she was living without
People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
Wait around for the one who fits just like a glove
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