A Knock on the Door

New Mexico sunset

Claim it, chilluns

“I come from the mountain,” he said, and growled. This was no game, however, but serious shaman voodoo meant to jolt me. I knew the mountain, too. “Do you know how many people I’ve taken out there?” he asked. “Just you,” he said.”You’re the only one.” We talked a long time. The rest of this is secret, but it really happened. “Say good-bye to this place,” he told me near the end.

That was the least of the energy he’d come to share, but today I tried it. Whenever my eyes lit on something in the house or outside that I was predisposed to hate, dislike, or wished I’d never see again, I addressed it with a firm “good-bye.” The actual word in real time. I felt a tiny shift each time I did it. The faint dissolving of a bond.

  • Micky February 9, 2017, 6:49 AM

    ” Whenever I my eyes lit…”
    “…felt a tiny shift each I did it.”

    • JHF February 9, 2017, 7:27 AM

      Late night posting! Thank you, corrected.

  • kaye February 9, 2017, 10:38 AM

    Well, it sounds like wisdom was given and accepted. Hope it helped.
    I could sure use some today!

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