Fire Gathering, Fire Offering
This morning I will walk the Holy Trinity labyrinth. Then later this evening, from 6 p.m. to 7:30 p.m. I will have a bonfire in the back garden. Several friends will come over and take part in this symbolic ritual.
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As I write this, it is 6:50 a.m. and I have no idea where my car (PAX) is. A friend (Patti, home from NY for Christmas) and I went to the beach yesterday and, when departing, decided to take the long way home. That route is one of my favourite drives - through Blanchisseuse, along winding mountain roads through green 'bush' and forest, past Asa Wright, through Arima and back home.
As we were cruising through the winding bushy mountainous part, I was telling Patti this story ... and as I reached the part about "God is real" (and said those words), we heard a loud screeching noise, all the lights in the car came on (oil, gas, battery, everything) and the car shut off! We looked at each other in silence, hearing only birds and insects. Attempts to start the car and inspections under the bonnet were futile. Attempts to use cellular phones were also futile (no signal).
Luckily we were on a hill, so I rolled backwards, around a few bends (fortunately nothing was coming) until we got to a flat part, where we parked and sat there, laughing in disbelief. We were not afraid. We could do nothing but sit there, relax, eat sada roti and roasted melongene (which Patti's father had packed for us), listen to nature and chat. As I said to P, the car could not have chosen a more scenic place to break down. Imagine if we had broken down in traffic with angry, hurried motorists cussing us, blowing their horns and giving us the finger.
In all, each of four vehicles who passed in the time we were there, stopped to try and help us.
1. One was a white car with a family in it.
2. One was a red 'H' car (taxi) which happened to be driven by a wildlife game warden who works at Asa Wright and knows my father.
3. One was a car full of men and women (jovial limers with a trunk full of food & drink) who happened to have worked on a theatrical production with Patti once upon a time and who recognised my face from 'somewhere'. They also happened to be going up to the little wooden shack on the hill just above where my car was now 'parked'. (So they kept an eye on it for us when we left to go to the village for a phone).
4. One was a hug garbage truck which, upon reaching aside my car, promptly stalled and could not start for a good while. Everyone was laughing. The woman in the back seat of the white car got out and started clapping, stamping and laughing like she was in a comedy fest.
To cut a long story short, we got a drop to Blanchisseuse village with Mr. Asa Wright (Emmanuel), I used a land line phone in "Paula's Shop" to call my mechanic, P called her sister & brother-in-law to pick us up ... and we eventually got back down to civilization to give my mechanic the car keys. He left to go and find the car with Lall (his assistant) at 5 p.m.-ish. They no doubt got up there in the dark. He said he would call me when they were through. I haven't heard from him yet, but I trust all is well.
Reflections of coconut trees in a blue glass window of the small church in Blanchisseuse Village. The yard of the church overlooks the sea. We waited there to be picked up by P's brother-in-law.
While waiting, this dog came across to make friends.
The rescue car pulls up in the driveway of the church to pick us up
(The French pantoum version):
I had a sudden feeling ... started on Boxing Day and continued yesterday, cleaning out, throwing away the things I don't need and don't use. Some things are easier to discard than others.
On the first day I threw away mainly paper things. The place felt lighter even with those gone.
On the second day, yesterday, I went through the chest of drawers in which I have many things stored (photographs from way back when ... letters, cards, notes and other 'sentimentals' ... tons of newspaper clippings on me/my exhibitions/shows, etc. ... CD masters, passports and other documents, 'poor man's copyrighted registered envelopes from way back when ... elements of past exhibitions of mine: Comments books, clippings, price lists and programmes, etc. ... hundreds of poems from over the years and from when I was in England and my friend Laura and I would 'spell the aura' ... and more). I threw away a few things from all of that. But that needs more organisation and filing than tossing.
I then threw away some more generic things, moved tapes (raw video footage and video masters) from the bookshelf to storage boxes, cleaned out drawers where I kept work-related items, ripped old documents, etc..
I also took books and packed them aside to give to friends who would appreciate them. E.g. a friend's little daughter who just got a camera for Christmas and is taking photos of everything will get some photography books; a friend I'm meeting later to discuss a screenplay he wrote will get some spiritual books, etc.; a friend who teaches Literature and dreams of being a published writer will get the more literary books: Rumi, Hemingway, etc. A friend who is an esthetician will get a stack of interesting magazines for her clients to browse through.
I packed up most of my CDs (even my favourite Bjork collection), to give to friends who will love them. I just kept my original CDs, my yoga CDs, some software CDs and my ABBA Love Stories CD (the latter was actually the soundtrack for my cleaning-and-throwing-away process).
There is a lot more that can still go and it will go in time - potentially by the end of this year. But for now, there is a lot more space and the feeling of lightness (literally and figuratively).
Less = more.
Hope, expectation, Bright promises.
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