FIELD GUIDE

When you walk into the expanse, keep going. Maybe you’ll meet a dwarf at creekside. Maybe a bear. If you do, you must speak respectfully and listen closely to the reply. Even if they call you a yokel, as Kokopelli did.

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A dust storm — sandstorm — and they close the highway.

You must wait. Cover your mouth and eyes.

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On high ridges, bachelor Basque shepherds follow their flocks all summer. Each one and his dogs rarely encounter anyone who speaks Human.

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Wilderness is about clouds, too.

Now what were you dreaming?

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Guides do appear. Sometimes among fellow practitioners. Maybe even your landlord. Or Kokopelli.

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“Who’s standing on my head?” a totem pole figure wonders.

Just like a typical office.

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Blinking in my field of karma, the reminder:

PENDULUM
swinging
back
winter
NIGHTFALL

It’s not the first time.

Be faithful and wait.

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Sometimes a lover becomes a place you want to enter.

Sometimes one’s the space the other envelops.

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Where would I have been without her in that desolate expanse?

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