The national flag of Uruguay has only one star emblazoned on it: El Sol. He sits in the top left corner, radiantly illustrated with golden brown locks swinging from his wistful face. With soft and almost teary round eyes, he looks down to the west longingly… wishing that he too maybe could live here; or at least, linger on the horizon a little longer.
The sun is more than a star there. It is another planet that Urugyanses travel to. They get there via, La Rambla. - 15 miles of accessible coastline, each day of their lives', as far as my own’s first seventeen there can tell… Of course it's summer here (late-summer...) But I'm sure that winter only reveals the hard-core Sun/Moon worshipers. Yo espero que a tener muchos mas dias y noches en mi vida, en Uruguay.
Saludos… Dear Reader, family and friends. Once again, I am flying over the massive continent of South America; at present, just to right of the Andes. The entire western hemisphere is well situated to receive the truth from our sphere of fire… Our small rock begins the wobble back to Equinox, and I for one am screaming for an answer from the axis. We are approaching the air over, La Paz; a smooth ride from where I sit. Nevertheless, I’m on the isle this time, and most other passengers have their shade drawn. It was however, quite a toll getting to 29C CM 369. (But who's counting at this point? Air travel has got many, many of us in submission.) Let me take a walk and I’ll get back to you as to how it all looks.
“I’ve looked at life from both sides now.”
Healing comfort, love and gratitude to Joni Mitchell. She is in my blood like holy wine, and… like Prince, I am a lonely painter. It has been reported that, as a young man, the Artist bowed down to, The Hissing Of Summer Lawns. It should come as no surprise that my epiphany came via, Hijera - although I, as a child had been maternally and sororitorally baptized by, Clouds. And like many of my epoch, had been taken on, “The Circle Game” ride. I however, got on by my uncle Reiss (another creole man with a guitar.)
I come from a musical family. And I believe that I may have told this story before. Nevertheless… Many, many years ago, Reiss - my mother’s youngest brother was a producer of small variety shows presented for veterans at American Legion halls. It was an “amatuer hour” that generally closed with an appearance by a professional “one hit wonder.” I distinctly remember Phenella’s performance of, Both Sides Now. The M.C. introduced her by saying, “Here’s a little lady who was so nervous about tonight's show that she forgot her sheet music at home.” As the crowd sighed sympathetically, he continued. “But she’s a real trooper and she’s going to sing for you now anyway!” To a rupture of applause, the M.C. shouted, “Phenella Perez…!!!”
And there she was, my mother resplendent in a floral purple and blue “moo-moo” - sort of a 70’s daishiki evening gown - Center stage, under the spotlight singing Joni’s (or more aptly Judy’s,) Both Sides Now. Wow! When she got to the point where her memory escaped her - maybe - it could have been the second verse, she gingerly improvised her own; which was an explanation. “…Here’s the part that I can’t remember the words, oh-la-la-la-la-la… I’ve looked at life…” She executed this in a sort of jazzy recitativ, not missing a sliver of a beat, as I recall.
It’s true: the more I think I know about this life in Jazz… the more I wonder.
Brazil is below. On the screen in front of me there’s a green line over the western edge of the Amazon jungle which we follow. And it’s getting a bit turbulent now. Let’s all sit back and relax.
Dear Reader, shall I tell you my thoughts of now what’s going on? Really… It’s simple: It’s oil! More oil… (white) Black gold…! Russian tea. And it’s not in the Sahara; it’s Arctic!!
“Jesus was sailor… And, he walked upon the water. He spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower. Just when he knew for certain that only drowning men could see him, he said: All men shall be sailors then, until the sea will free them.”
The sea shall claim New Orleans, at some point in time. 1018 Music Street is my home; and I will return there long before. I shall see many changes and challenges. Look for me on a Mardi Gras day.
In the meantime… No meantime, Panama…!
Paz a la gente. Paz a la tiera. Paz a las mujeres...
Thank you for reading.
P.s. PTY BORDER CROSS CAT. 5…!!!
P.p.s. Blessedly somewhere in Casco Viejo, Panama… Todo lo que puedo hacer es rezar.
P.fnk.s. Peace to the Purple Party…! “I am with you always.” - "The only love there is, is the love we make."