For Petes' Sake Why New Mexico?

For Pete's sake can someone please tell me what is in New Mexico?

If you know me, you know that I am fond of divining. So much so, that I am opening a shop right here in Missouri.Tarot, Pendulum, Dice, I Ching, Tea Leaves, Runes...there is an endless sea of fortune telling methods available, and I like to explore them.

I look for signs in everything, because, as I was taught by a wise woman (my Mum), that everything happens for a reason, and that it's always for the best...sometimes, eventually. In other words, a delayed reaction to an action.That can be hard on the instant gratification generation. Patience is not a common virtue amongst them. I personally, can hardly control my excitement and wonder at what tomorrow will bring. Upon any pivotal moment, my mind is racing for a solution to the great mystery before me. Like when it's time for opening the piniata at a party. Most want to bash away, and pounce voraciously on the contents before it hits the ground, in many cases trampling what they coveted. I would be patiently waiting my turn while analyzing it for weak spots, and trying to calculate how to approach the job. I wanted to release the candy, sure, but I also didn't want to destroy the work of art it was concealed in. I wanted to gently knock off one leg and let it stream out naturally, thus prolonging the moment. While the rest were racing for their treats, I was asking if I could have the paper animals pieces so I could glue it back together and cherish it. I would always find something wonderful hiding inside. Something that was to be mine. I didn't have to fight my way in to snatch and grab before the next kid. I knew, that anything in that piniata, that was truly meant to be mine, would find it's way to me, no matter what happened.

So here's my question, why New Mexico? All the signs point in that direction. But why? my last writing assignment was a biography of a centenarian born in New Mexico Territory, brochures find their way to me, movies based in the state, books, articles, even things I find, like state quarters, worry dolls, pocket alters, etc, made-in-New-Mexico. My oracles all speak of travels, successes, invitations I must accept, phenomenal luck,love. This is MY year. So how does New Mexico fit in?Is it just my love for those flashy hot pink crepe flowers of the trinity, rock hounding, desert mornings or my curiosity about the Bohemian art community I have heard so much about? Of one thing I can be sure, Nobody's going to take my cartooning about seriously enough to warrant any serious interest. So a gallery opening is definitely out.

4/23/2006 0:40 AM
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