She set the sombrero, a Sayuanarao Legitimo, onto her ears, adjusted the chinstrap, windstrap. Peered from the half-moon of shade out into the blinding sunlight. Reminded herself to move slowly, deliberately. She is not a goat…
At the gathering places there are more than rocks of today’s desire. Scattered on the desert floor mingled with the native rock amidst the mosaic of desert pavement, there are flakes and points and mauls, the detritus of toolmaking. The earliest prospectors, the first peoples knew this place and looked for the same rock, the rock that welled from the depths, littered the surface, projected from the outcrops, surfaced at the springs.
History and prehistory blend in these places. Humans searched where prospectors look still…the best places are still the best places…
NEXT WEEK: The Art of Prospecting: A Long Walk Over Uneven Ground…Surfaces
Instinct is from a place unknown without question. A place of impulse, pulse, energy, source, power, surge, urge, compelling, compulsion, again the pulse, a heartbeat, the heart, the place of emotion, motion, sensor, senses, sensitive, sensing only, no logical thought, thinking or rationale, no reason. No need for words: knowing is derived from the senses, from listening to, from hearing the senses. Is more necessary?
Are we born with a sense of right and wrong, of right or wrong? Is the conscious mind an underdeveloped part, the one from which agony develops? Self-propelled, self-propagating, self-perpetuating? Thinking is in circles, taut, tautologies. Attempting to ‘create one’s own reality’ with linear rational thinking with no source in the body, arising instead from the previous question.
From the senses come the response and the senses respond. The rooster crows as the full moon sinks behind the horizon of the western sierras and the sun appears in the east. This rooster does not say: Oh, now the moon sets and the sun rises and I must crow…his body simply crows. He is not concerned about the ‘reason’ for his crowing. His senses know: It is time to crow. His source of impulse is the energy of light.
Instinct is energy, impulse is energy, pulse is energy. From energy comes motion. Motion travels a pathway. Without thought, the path curves circuitous circular arcing radial without limitation to planes. Perspective lines, depth, dimension, vertical and horizontal, up and down, support linear thinking, geometry, the capture of the third dimension. The suggestion of weight and mass. Reflect the rational mind.
Using light and shadow she draws a woman’s body in curves and arcs and swirls and whorls. Around her the land is contoured; the una del gato wood is contours. The earth describes a circle, an ellipse in its orbit. From its centre comes the energy of motion. Instinct comes from the centre.
Centre…intimacy…closeness awareness sensitive openness revealing revealed unveiled microscopic detail lines depths crevasses cracks in the armor erosion wearing away letting go grains granular rounded currents swept away losing oneself passions passionate fire flames flicker flustered blushing roja flush of blood surge heat hot glowing wine red tinto tinted rose-colored romantic hombre señor eyes ojos sombrero shade shelter arms circle encircled warmth rising throb heart beat rhythm cure lips seeking touching learning yearning curving fitting close…intimacy…
What barriers must come down before there is intimacy? How long does it take to relax, to become loose, to succumb, to use the eyes instead of the brain?
Blood carries the image. The lens of glass is clear. There are no obstructions. Stay still. Wait and wait and wait. Move the hand. Keep it moving. Look with the eyes. Follow the contours, the curves; trace the surface. Image develops through touch. The eyes are the instrument, touching….
NEXT WEEK: The Art of Prospecting: A Long Walk Over Uneven Ground…Vignette VI