17 January 2011

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

Speak in terms of a life and the living

Try to find the word for forgiving


You keep it up

You try so hard

To keep a life from coming apart

And never know

The shallows and the unseen reefs

That are there from the start

In the shape of a heart


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