Perception: The (re)Enchantment Of Everyday Life
IN jail, I had many dreams of the outside. In one, I dreamt that I was in a pine forest and could feel the cold night air going through my lungs. I was elated in the purest way - happy to be alive and be free, past the point of words. The crisp air, spacious forest, and endless stars were medicine to me. It would be ten days before I would actually step foot outside, but I was right in knowing that reemergence into the world would be a celebration for the senses.
They call New Mexico the Land of Enchantment, and in jail I daydreamed of my home in Lamy, just outside of Santa Fe. Though vivid, even tantalizing, the daydreams couldn’t hold a candle to what I see in front of me right here, right now. The cholla cactus, the tall grasses, the clouds, the sun, the moon, and the stars. The mountains in the distance, those majestic blue giants that seem to trail off into infinity. I feel a gratitude for space. For spacious. For endless.
Music everywhere I look