Considering going back to fill in the missing pages of my recent story, after a much needed time for rest and rebuilding. All in proper time, now understanding more about time travel via the edit.
Time travel curriculum.
And speaking of Wonderland…
I have been feeling very full circle about things in my life lately. The nature of time, and timing. Time playing a role in the equation of the story of life – many different facets coming together to create the moment in any single frame. I think of Borges and his writings in the story “Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius” – about a language that was in motion, and was based on the relationship of everything at play in a specific moment – location, the angle of the sun, the bird flying across it when the people on the ground look up to see it. (I will find the clip for you, as he is the one who should be relaying this)
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Time and circles, somehow interlinked with momentum of the story, story circles.
Time – like a slinky, or like a can of Pringles – “Once you pop the fun don’t stop” [Memory Reference #13:25:37:01:28:08:2016] – Arizona desert gas station, journey back from DF, we joked that time was shaped like a can of pringles – and you can imagine how the rest goes. Here’s to the renegade time travelers!!! We are all learning how to explore our new universe terrain, let’s do it with some jokes & laughter & metaphor – creative thinking might just be the LIFE OF US!)
Today is Mardi Gras. I have been thinking a lot about New Orleans these past few weeks,
Thinking about my fairy friend Zie, she and I have been talking a lot recently.
Having given myself time to step back to view the story from the big picture, I have given myself the opportunity to look over all of it in it’s entirety – my life, what has come before, and what is in the coming beyond.
I think about the stories I got to share there with the city of New Orleans, and the people who came together – those who designed the sets, those who brought the music, and those who showed up bringing everything to life.
Any soul summoned to New Orleans knows what it means to have a love affair with a city. A city alive in ways that I have not experienced in any other – the whimsical music box scenes and stories all stitched together and outlined with glinting gold and silver threads, illuminating the rainbows in the darkness @ the intersections of synchronicity & the crossroads of a living electric mind.
Mardi Gras 2019 [Memory Reference #17:37:41:07:05:03:2019] – I discovered Wonderland. It does actually exist – in many ways of course, but in this sense – here on earth in a physical location in place and time. On the same graph of “Wonderland” there are timelines of that moment in it’s history, in my history, when it was written in the pages of my own story, and I like to imagine the intersection of the timelines of other people’s stories that come to add silver and gold lining to the graph as the musings are read, and new imaginings of the nature of life co-created in the mind of the active observer reflecting art reflecting life, so on and so forth.
I had given a stranger on roller skates some fried fish a few nights prior, it had been Friday night after stumbling into my favorite Mission Brass band there in the Bywater – surprise surprise – there we were outside the 24 hour liquor store Hanks – this place a bit of a disco parking lot scene at 3am. He asked if I had plans for Mardi Gras, and invited me to the Mardi Gras Eve champaign toast – the most fabulous party in New Orleans, only for those who are daring. He gave me the coordinates – Royal @ Desire, and told me to come at sundown, “the big white house on the corner, you will know it when you see it”.
The morning of Mardi Gras had begun with a flurry, all my homies and i got together at our local dive, paraded around the bayou and into the French quarter. A friend of mine was dressed up like Time Cop, and the entire day was chalk full of time travel jokes – those of stealing time, time policing etc. Along the path of our parading – we found a lime green tennis ball, and a lime green ping pong ball of the exact same shade – “Small ball – big ball” became the running joke, asking over and over “What does it MEAN???” Assuming it MUST be a CLUE into the nature of TIME.
Small ball big ball, story circles. Maybe the smaller ball could roll around the slinky slide like a marble inside an orbic cylender; Speaking purely of time of course. A chicken egg rolling down a slip and slide, coming off a mountain. Chlorophyll is plant blood. Micro x Macro = infinity(?).
It was that evening, walking along the Mississippi’s edge from the French quarter to the Bywater, that I found stars painted on the sidewalk as I made my way to the Mardi Gras Eve champaign toast. I sent a friend a picture of the sidewalk stars, having had JUST shared in conversation the frequency of which I’d been seeing them – one of my favorite symbols, and how I felt it was the universe telling me “you are on the right path”.
There it was, the big white house at the intersection of Royal @ Desire. Big Gold shining stars lighting up the courtyard entrance. It was like stepping into a dream. I had dreamt it, I was sure of it… the 1920’s band on stage, the theremin player in the tree… I felt like I remember it from a story I read as a child, surprised to have this wonderful dream show up in the “reality” of my waking life.
“What is this place called?” i asked.
“Welcome to Wonderland.”
[TO BE CONTINUED]
