Really, just put the skin of your fingertips against the letters and press wherever your mind wills it to.
Right?
Ah, during a drive down to south California for my dear friend's birthday party, a friend and I decided to do a sidetrack off I-5, dodo?, we took Highway 33. After passing orchards of pistachio trees and learning that we breezed through the world's biggest supplier of these nuts, we came upon a field of derricks.
"Should we stop here?" Asked one and the other said "Yes, let's stop here."
I got out of the car and wandered around the place for a bit. There was something soothing about being there. Some of the derricks were faithfully drilling the earth for oil while others stood in complete silence. It was an odd sensation. It felt like I was in a calm place but it boggles the sense. Wars have been waged, are being waged, for this. Yet, it was just what I needed. To stand there and take in the ugliness but love the way it made me feel.
The immediate ones around me were in their frozen stance but this one slowly moved up and down, whirring smoothly into and out of earth. I walked up close to it and had to climb.
For a while, up there on the top and in it's oily stench, I fell in love and felt so free. The humming that vibrated through my feet and hands felt right. As if I was no more but a conduit from one resonance to another.
Even love lives here.
Sigh...We dawdled a bit more to take pictures and here is one of us with the timer and all the derricks, (mostly unseen)
Us along Highway 33 in the middle of derricks.
Sarah, thank you for this. You were there... what more can I say? :)
The hour is late and tomorrow morning will bring demands that must be met. Hoped to write and share more but realistically? I gotta wrap this up.
Miss Dyan Sue, this one is for you.
Love to all
