Lately, my computer refused to operate in the right manner. It was quite confused and went on a temper tantrum. I called in the doctor (the repair woman) and after a few test, she said I had set my defragmentation (house cleaning) improperly and my computer was full of garbage.
She defraged the system and set it up properly. Now my computer dos'nt
save unwanted messages. They are filtered out. I began to think maybe my mind is simular and I must do needed defragmentation.
Let's see. for me, I need to eliminate judging others, saying things before I think....&*$%(#-----. I do do some defraging while asleep. Often I wake up in the middle of a dream and so I don't forget it, I keep chewing on it untill I
figure out what it means.
I shall have to put more thought in this concept.
I would like for you to take a walk with me, where you can hear the heart beat of the city and where you can feel the pulsating flow. Before you know it, you have been sucked in and you are a part of the ebb and flow and are being pushed by the activities of the people. Unless you are like me and step aside to observe the endless waves of humanity.
I feel a closeness and a personal feeling as the people go by me on the sidewalk,
even though not a word is spoken. There is also an impersonal feeling because you know nothing about them. Some people stand on the street corner begging, others stand and sell papers, while others call out their message even though no one listens. This all adds to the sounds of the city; an endless hum.
The people on the sidewalk have a vague relationship. They have an attach- ment and a motive that holds them together. Some of the people need the city to feel apart of something. They don't have or have'nt been taught what it takes to generate their own purpose or goal. Yet there are those who you know by the way they walk, that they know where they are going and have a goal. As I walk down the sidewalk I can feel all these vibrations or unspoken words.
Sometimes when I am in a crowd I feel lonely, then other times I breath in the atmosphere around me and feel apart of them. I can almost feel their frus-trations and desires, but I don't get caught up in the webs they've made for themselves. But I do have an empathy for them.
The city never sleeps. It may slow down but it never sleeps. There are people who wander through the night because they have lost their way. They hide in the darkness. The night acts as a blanket and their world is much smaller that way. They don't realalize they are hiding from themselves. One may not see much after dark but the smells linger on to let you know the city is still there. One day blends into the next untill it's all a memory.
It's amazing how many people govern their lives by signs, myths or superstitions. Sometimes I cannot tell the difference between the three. I attended the opening ceremonies for the Portland State University Native American student center. Afterwards the Natives put on a salmon bake and while sitting outdoors in the sun eating, two eagles circled over head. The natives at our table remarked that the eagles had come to bless them. The eagle is prevelent in their ceremonies. The eagle could have felt the spiritual call or that they just happened to be there. To me that was just a native thing.
A few days later while riding the MAX train from the airport I looked out the west window and saw the clouds. There sitting in the sky was a large dragon. An artist could not have painted a more realistic dragon. He had all the scales and other lealistic idenifying marks. And to top that off the sun was just behind his open mouth. It looked like he was breathing fire. For sombody that was a strong sign.
I looked dragons up in the library. Almost every country has a dragon of sorts. Russia has a very mean dragon for those who belive. So if I wanted the cloud dragon to be a sign, I would choose the oriental dragon. He promised great prosperity and pease. But then, again, that was an oriental thing.
I whished that I had had a good camera. No one will believe how perfect he was. I left him in the sky for the wind to make many other small clouds. It
was exciting though. Now back to regular life.
Singing always brings people to gether. You will find singing in rituals, at camp and even on the bus. In our family when I was a kid, our mother loved music. So she saw to it that we all had piano lessions. Our father would do work for the piano teacher in return for our lessions.
Some of us were very good pianest but I for one coulden't make my fingers work in corrdination with my brain. But I made up for it by singing up a storm. It was fun for us sisters to sit around the piano and sing.
Around the Piano
We sisters, young and older,
Think quiet differently.
But we all are in agreement,
When gathered around the piano.
We sisters don't always do things
With each other,when at home.
But we all feel the same bond,
When gathered around the piano.
We sisters sing from alto to soprano,
Or what ever suits our voices.
But we all are in harmony,
When gathered around the piano.
