Jesús: Yo estoy plenamente consciente de que este blog no puede responder a sus preguntas personales. Sin embargo, no tengo la intención de dejarte sin consuelo. Usted tiene la capacidad para comunicarse directamente conmigo. El establecimiento de esta comunión puede tomar algún tiempo y esfuerzo. Sin embargo, si se quiere utilizar el siguiente ejercicio, el proceso será mucho más fácil.

Conciencia de las masas

El siguiente ejercicio es una visualización que está diseñado para ayudarle a obtener respuestas personales a cualquier pregunta que pueda tener. Antes de realizar este ejercicio, le recomiendo que utilice una técnica apropiada para protegerte de las energías de la conciencia de las masas (esa técnica se describe en la página de la protección espiritual).

Usted debe entender que hay muchas fuerzas en este mundo que tratarán de evitar que usted reciba respuestas verdaderas. Si estas fuerzas no pueden evitarte que intentes comunión directa conmigo, tratarán de darte ideas falsas y respuestas falsas.

mente carnal

También debe darse cuenta de que hay fuerzas dentro de su propia mente (el enemigo interior o su mente carnal), que trata de interferir con esta comunión. Estas fuerzas se tratarán de darte las respuestas que ellos quieren que usted tenga. Es una tendencia humana general que la gente escuche lo que ellos quieren oír. Usted debe ser consciente de esta tendencia de modo que usted pueda construir poco a poco el discernimiento que le permite ver a través de respuestas imperfectas y conocer las respuestas que vienen directamente de mí.

Una técnica práctica

El siguiente ejercicio será de gran ayuda en la construcción de discernimiento y de comunión.

Ir a un lugar tranquilo donde usted pueda permanecer en reposo durante algún tiempo (al menos 10-15 minutos). Siéntese en una silla cómoda para que no se vea perturbada por las molestias en su cuerpo físico.

Pase de 5-10 minutos sellandose de las energías imperfectas (uso de la técnica descrita en la página de la protección espiritual).

Visualice que los ángeles del Arcángel Miguel rodean su campo de energía personal. Hay cuatro ángeles, uno a cada lado. Estos ángeles son de 12 pies de altura y portan espadas que arde con una llama azul brillante. Ellos son feroces y capaces de protegerse de las fuerzas de este mundo.

Arcangeles

Dirija su atención a su ser superior que se encuentra justo encima de su cabeza. En Silencio dar la siguiente afirmación:

Llama violeta

En el nombre de Jesucristo, invoco una pared de luz blanca y brillante alrededor de mi cuerpo, la mente y el campo de energía. Acepto que esta energía me sella de las cosas de este mundo. Ahora invoco una llama violeta para quemar dentro de la pared de luz y para consumir todas las energías imperfectas en mi propio ser.

Permítase un momento para sentir que está completamente sellado de las energías de este mundo.

Cuando usted se sienta en paz, concentre su atención en el centro de su pecho a la altura de su corazón físico. Visualice que arde una llama espiritual dentro de su pecho. Esta llama espiritual no necesita combustible para quemar. Es la llama que no se alimenta.

Concentre su atención en esta llama y deje que su atención entre en la llama en sí. Detrás de la llama, se ve una puerta. Entre en ese umbral. Mientras pasa por la puerta, se mueve dentro de un túnel. A medida que avance, se ve la proverbial luz al final del túnel.

Seguir adelante hasta que salga del túnel y camine hacia la luz.

Ahora vemos que se ha introducido en un jardín exquisitamente hermoso. El jardín está rodeado de altos setos. Cuenta con hermosas jardineras y pasillos. En el centro del jardín esta una fuente que susurra suavemente. En todo el jardín, los pájaros cantan alegremente.

Al entrar a este jardín, usted cree que las preocupaciones del mundo estan simplemente desvaneciendose lejos de Ud.. Cuanto más lejos va en el jardín, mas luz y más pacífico que se siente.

Simplemente siga caminando y permítase sentir cómo la paz y la tranquilidad del jardín, absorbe todas las preocupaciones y cuidados. Cuando se sienta animado y en paz, tome un momento para mirar alrededor.

Cuando usted mira alrededor, ve dos asientos tallados en piedra. Permítase sentarse en un asiento y pongase cómodo. Entonces, concentre su atención en su corazón y cierre los ojos. Permítase sentir que está en completa paz en este hermoso jardín. De hecho, de alguna manera sienta que esta es su casa.

Ahora imagine que usted abre los ojos y mira el asiento de delante de usted. Para su sorpresa, se da cuenta que alguien está sentado en ese asiento. Cuando usted mira más cerca, te das cuenta de que soy realmente yo,Cristo Jesús, que está sentado frente a ti.

Permítase sentirse cómodo en mi presencia.

Ahora centre su atención en mi corazón y permítase sentir que mi corazón irradia un amor incondicional para usted. Dése unos minutos para aceptar que lo quiero incondicionalmente.

A continuación, permitase absorber mi amor incondicional para usted y sienta cómo se consume todo lo que es imperfecto e irreal. Este es, en efecto, el perfecto amor que echa fuera el temor y todas las otras emociones imperfectas.

Mientras que usted está sentado frente a mí y completamente absorto en mi amor, se permite pensar de nuevo en su situación en la tierra. No deje ser perturbado por cualquier aspecto de esa situación. Basta con traer a su situación a su conciencia por un momento. Luego, mirame de nuevo, y en tu mente formula una pregunta en silencio. No me pregunte qué hacer con tu situación, porque usted debe usar su libre albedrío para escoger qué hacer. Pidame que le muestre una mayor comprensión de la situación, de modo que usted sepa lo que es lo correcto.

Después de formular la pregunta, lo remitirá a mí.

Entonces cierre los ojos y concentre su atención en mi amor.

Déjese tan absorto en el amor que se olvida de todos los afanes del mundo.

Después de algún tiempo de estar absortos en mi amor, su atención, naturalmente, regresara de nuevo a la pregunta. Simplemente centre su atención en mi corazón y escuche una respuesta. Si usted no recibe una respuesta inmediata, no se moleste. Simplemente centrese en mi amor incondicional y permita que se absorba en el amor por el tiempo que quiera.

Cuando sienta que ha absorbido lo que puede, cuando usted sienta que su corazón se ha convertido en la copa que se derrama con mi amor, entonces visualize que deja en silencio el hermoso jardín y camine hacia atrás por el túnel.

Ahora está sentado en la silla en la habitación. Dése unos minutos para volver a su estado normal de conciencia.

En un principio, puede que no obtenga una respuesta inmediata de este ejercicio. Puede tomar algún tiempo antes de que la respuesta llegue a su mente consciente. Simplemente este alerta y trate de dejar de lado unos momentos cada día para escuchar desde el interior. Después de algún tiempo, ya sea en horas, días o incluso semanas, la respuesta vendrá a ti.

Repita este ejercicio tantas veces como quiera. Si realmente quiere respuestas acerca de una situación específica, repita el ejercicio una vez al día hasta que haya recibido dirección interna suficiente.

Recomiendo que usted siempre tenga un cuaderno y un lápiz al lado de usted mientras realiza este ejercicio. Después de la visualización, tome unos momentos para escribir pensamientos o ideas que vengan a usted. Si va a hacer esta parte del ejercicio, usted se sorprenderá de las instrucciones que usted recibirá.

El propósito de este ejercicio es ayudarle a sintonizar su conciencia de mí. Después de haber realizado este ejercicio por un tiempo, usted puede sentir que usted puede lograr esta armonización, incluso durante sus actividades diarias. Esto es bueno. Yo deseo que usted tenga constante,voluntaria comunión conmigo.

(texturas…)

Propongo una nueva serie, este vez fotográfica.

“Lo que sea que has vivenciado / experimentado en tu vida se encuentra tallado en piedra.

Pero hoy — justo en este momento — tienes el poder de hacer el cambio desde donde te encuentras ahora  hacia donde quieres estar.

Nunca te encuentras atrapado. ..siempre hay una posibilidad, una elección.

Sólamente tienes que permitirte crecer, amar, prosperar”. – DAVIDJI

“Whatever you have experienced in your life is carved in stone.

But today–at this very moment–you have the power to make the shift from where you are to where you want to be.

You are never stuck…you always have a choice.

You just have to give yourself permission to grow, to love, to thrive.” – DAVIDJI

“There are 85,000 apps that can do almost anything.”

I have two questions: Wasn’t it just 75,000 a week ago? And … what the heck is an “app”? Or is it ap? Appy? Appaloosa? OK, now we’re talking my language. (If “almost anything” will select and cull my photos, download them, pick ones for the blog and tweak ‘em and upload ‘em … just tell me how to get one.)

Nope, no appys in this post, but I think it gets me up to just a week behind (it’ll widen again in a couple of days, no worries).

L&K beat me to the basin that morning. They know the ponies like nobody’s business, and it’s awesome having them out to visit. We were both optimistic and worried when we didn’t find Mr. Duke where they had seen him the day before. Unfortunately, none of us have seen him since.

Our first visit was with Steeldust’s band, who were drinking at the catchment. The three misters (Aspen, Hook and Twister) were there, too, drinking from the smaller trough.

Big band at the big tank; misters at the little tank.

We stood at the road and took pictures … and after drinking, the horses wandered up to say hello!

Alpha, Butch, Ember and Hannah

Look at that big little guy! I don’t know whether he’s getting anything … but he’s still nursing – and mama Alpha is still letting him! Steeldust at left; Hannah at right.

Then he goes over and pokes at Mr. Twister, who is hanging out with the big boys now. Twister’s getting his licks in now …

Storm chases Twister …

Twister flashes his heels (which I was too late to catch), and Storm-chaser backs off. Works every time.

And then they were friends. There’s Comanche on the left, Mouse on the right, Aspen at far back right and Hook behind him.

Sisters Ember (near) and Kestrel. Notice Storm (and Hannah) coming up behind them and young Pinon, also looking at something in the background.

What are they looking at?

Right to left: Ember, Kestrel, Luna, Butch and Hannah. Could be five generations there if Butch is, indeed, one of Luna’s brood.

L&K saw Cinch and Bruiser later when they drove to Flat Top to check the pond, so in hind sight, I wonder whether the ponies were checking out those boys out yonder.

After Storm got his fill of boy time, he remembered his gentlemanly manners by escorting mistress Hannah back to the band … which she clearly didn’t appreciate – look at those ears! And big sisters Ember and Kestrel are posing prettily for the camera.

As the horses moved closer and closer to the road, we decided we might be blocking their route, so off we went.

On the way down the hill, I saw Mahogany and Sable looking down from the ridge, so I stopped the Jeep and grabbed a shot.

While L&K went to check the pond, I went on to check the Wildcat boulders.

Fabulous!!

While I was going clockwise around the loop, L&K were going counter-clockwise. Not a single pony was in view for me. Both the pond right by the road in the east and the east-pocket pond still have water. I was looking hard for Poco and Roach – and L&K saw them right before they saw me – but I never saw the boys. In fact, when I spied the wandering elusive-ites, L&K were already watching them … and worried about the one they didn’t see.

Seven’s were down on the southwest side of the roller-coaster ridge, out away from the pond, which also still has water. Seven, check. Roja and Ze, check. Liberty … all alone … where’s Molly? Liberty was by herself a short distance from the other horses, and while we watched, she turned and walked away. Seven and Roja and Ze followed, and they all dropped down into a wash out of sight. Every once in a while, we could see somebody’s back, but none of those backs were Molly’s. There were a few dead junipers out there and one alive. Knowing Molly-girl’s penchant for napping under trees, I thought she might have hung back while the other horses moseyed on, grazing. My theory was that when Liberty got out away from her, she decided she wasn’t going any farther and went back to Mama. Given Molly’s known condition – even though we also knew she had been seen recently by J&K – not seeing her worried us.

There was nothing for it but to walk out to get the scoop, for better or for worse. When I got to the edge of the wash and saw Liberty nursing from Molly, I was able to flash L&K the thumbs-up!

It is what it is.

Roja, little chow-hound that she is, never even looked up at me, and that in itself was a surprise. She’s usually the first to “alert.” Maybe I’m growing on her.

Silent sentinel. He also was very relaxed with me there.

I took just a few photos and left them – no worries from me, ponies.

Bounce and his band were on the other side of the ridge.

Whisper, Bounce, Gaia and Alegre. They like this bend of the arroyo (and not just them – Poco and Roach, Hollywood’s … ), which is weird (?) because there’s no water in that section, but there is water farther west.

On the way back to the west-side loop road, we spotted Grey/Traveler’s way – WAY – off yonder under some trees sort of eastish of Round Top – between RT and the weird guzzler. I figure sometime between then and Sunday was when Chrome “acquired” Jif and Hayden.

Hollywood had his band out on the east-west hill; that’s him at right. Then Piedra, Sage and Baylee.

Am I right, or was it warm?

Out on the flats east of the catchment were the misters and Steeldust’s band. (Keep that in mind.)

We got back to Filly Peak, and I hiked out “behind” the hill to check for Duke, and L&K went on down to the trap-road pond to look for him. We all came up unlucky. But guess who I did see from back yonder?

And that jogs the memory – on our way into the basin, they were out on the corral hill. So when I saw Kreacher’s band – traitors included – they were heading north toward – I thought – the catchment. I reunited with L&K and gave them the report, and sure enough, the band popped up and went to the big catchment trough. They drank, then headed back the way they had come and dropped back over the edge. We drove back over and were able to see them down on the flats south of the catchment.

L&K had a drive back to their home away from home, and I had a “date,” so we headed toward the entrance.

But the ponies had other ideas (don’t they always?). I guess they weren’t quite ready to say good-by to these fans-of-theirs … Remember I said Steeldust’s band had been out on the flats east of the catchment? By the time we got back around to just past Filly Peak … they were blocking the road!

Mama Alpha and big-baby Storm (he had just finished nursing – again).

Muddy brother Pinon, Sable and Mahogany. You can see the road above/behind them.

Lovely Kestrel and Sable and Mahogany

Must have been that time of day. Hannah and Luna (road again behind them).

So pony time intervened, and there was nothing to do but watch and admire and take pictures and smile and smile and smile. A minute after I figured I had to be leaving, the ponies were across and off the road, and we were on our way.

Can’t have a much better fare-thee-well than that!

Any Martina McBride fans out there? Her song “Anyway” came up on the mp3 player when I was about 20 miles or so (nearly there) from the basin on Thanksgiving Day, and it got me thinking. Despite the supreme frustrations we wild horse lovers endure in the battle to keep our mustangs wild and free, and despite the heartaches and breaks they inevitably bring us along the way – from the magical way they melt into our hearts from first sighting – we must love them anyway. I don’t know about you all, but I’m helpless to do it any other way.

This visit wasn’t without some personal heartbreak – Molly. But it was with so much more: the horses and me and the deer and the wind and the light and the hills and song dogs howling and hope for the future in the shape of little faces and fuzzy coats, winter-ready.

Hunters gone, I had a long-awaited visit with the pinto ponies. Stout Milagro is so fuzzy, he looked like a pony next to daddy Copper.

Oddly, he and Liberty are the same dark muley bay. Maybe a genetic connection on their respective trees.

Here we have Shadow as bonnie mountain goat and David playing it a wee bit safer. I spotted them from the county road, but the pintos were hiding a bit.

The horses – including matriarch Kiowa – were relaxed and grazing, and they paid hardly as much attention to me as to the visitor walking the trail below them …

I’m happy to report that although the vast contingent of hunters finally left the valley, the deer did not. In fact, they are much more visible now, including at least two magnificent ”granddaddies” to this young buck.

Mama Kiowa and baby Milagro; Corazon at left and Spook at right.

Mesa is still the outside man, but Ty and Corazon are right in the thick of things, to no great concern of Copper’s.

Corazon; Kiowa in the background.

Reya is the same age as Shadow; they’ll be 3 next spring.

Sisters Reya and Spook (May 1, 2008).

And baby brother Milagro (July 1, 2009). Can you see how fuzzy he is?

In the “front country” of the basin, Steeldust’s band was enjoying the last light of day … and I enjoyed the light creating halos around them …

He does seem to be sticking close to Lady Alpha these days.

Luna and Hannah

Mahogany grazing; Sable seeking attention from almost-3-year-old Kestrel (yearmate of Shadow and Reya).

A little past, a little different angle o’ light. Comanche in the background. (Aspen and Hook are still with the band.)

I took some pictures in passing, but my attention was really farther ahead: Chrome, Jif and little-man Hayden.

This image may be actual size? That’s Hayden’s teeny hoofprint in the soil of his home … Can’t express, really, what this image means to me.

It seems to me (stand by for anthropomorphization) that now-family-man Chrome is a little befuddled by the recent attention showered upon him – former bachelor that he is – well, in his vicinity. I am thankful for his care of his little shadow …

This one just makes me smile.

Little is fuzzed-up and bearded for winter … so soon … He seems to show the faintest hint of grey high on his cheeks, but right around his eyes is red. What color will the mister be? He’s so much like his daddy, Grey/Traveler.

Now the secret is out: BLM’s next “issue” is the incredible proliferation of over-populating wild ants! No end in sight! How WILL they manage this new “problem”??

Evening with a view …

So thankful …

I took this photo of the moon during my visit with Hayden and Co., song dogs setting up a chorus in the background. Not sure it could have been more perfect.

At that point, I didn’t yet know about Molly.

In the morning, before sunrise, it was 15 degrees in the basin. The morning star was glittering like a droplet of  ice on the eastern horizon while the sky grew steadily lighter. In the dim light, I had a sighting that made my heart leap: Duke. It was hard to see him because it was not yet exactly light and because of the distance, but he looked a little off – still. More on him to come.

Mornings in the basin will make you believe in something other than yourself … and if you already believe … it will reaffirm your faith in something humans will never take away. It is still. It is clear. It is hopeful. It is magic. You can almost hear the collective breath holding, waiting for that first light on the far ridges across Disappointment Valley, waiting for a long column of light to illuminate, first, Filly Peak, then widen and lay down its path across Round Top and Flat Top.

Steeldust and his hangers-on were single-file from the pond to the base of the hill. Far away.

I was looking for horses to put between me and the camera and the hills, surrounded by that sublime light. Did I mention how cold it was?

Hollywood and his girls and his youngster found me, grazing quietly in the pre-dawn light down a line of hills below the road. I hadn’t spent much time with them lately, so I put my down coat on top of my jacket and 14 other layers, wrapped my ear-band around my head, readied my gloves, put extra batteries close to my heart … and waited and watched the creep of light.

Have you ever watched – really watched – sunrise? It can’t be described. Especially, maybe, in the great – intimate – expanse of the basin; there are just too many places to watch the rising sun touch hills and ridges and swells with that sweet golden light. And before I knew it, sunlight had replaced shadow surrounding Holls and the girls and Sage. I zipped up and started walking. Baylee, watching me waddle toward them, thought – apparently – I was the abominable snowwoman – or Michelin Woman? – come to life.

The “Bundle Woman” cometh.

Piedra apparently eventually recognized me, but Baylee’s expression didn’t change much in the other photos I took. Steeldust’s band didn’t know what to think last fall, either, the first time I wore my down coat, until I started singing to them … the only audience that can withstand my “singing.”

Sage still treats auntie Baylee like a playmate … and he still seeks reassurance from mama.

Hollywood

Sage’s winter coat is brown again. He looks like a little Mouse.

Relaxed

I hadn’t seen Grey/Traveler’s band the day before – and I hadn’t seen Bounce’s since the weekend before last - so I decided to head on to look for them and see if the golden light would hold.

Saw the silver boy and his band … and as I approached the Round Top intersection, I saw horses nearly straight ahead. It took a second to identify them against the light … and it took a second after that to pick out Liberty, grazing close to Gaia. I didn’t have to look for Molly; I knew she wouldn’t be there. Even expecting to see what I saw, I couldn’t stop the tears from coming. There’d be no heartbreak if there wasn’t first love.

Gaia and Liberty

Bounce

Whisper and Alegre

Maybe a little surrogate-mothering going on …

Liberty is our third orphan since I started the documentation of the Spring Creek Basin herd. My introduction to Twister was when he was already orphaned, possibly during the roundup. Shadow’s dam, Ceal, died sometime over the winter of 2007-08. Liberty is 6 months old, and she’s a tough little thing. I think she’ll be OK.

I walked from them back over to Grey/Traveler’s band.

He is my healing magic.

Cuatro was hanging out, napping on his feet, a short distance from the band. Then he decided to put on a show:

Such a big trot for a little boy!

Flying!

He must have learned this move from his muley pals.

He hit the brakes, and Terra came up out of the arroyo. Two Boots never looked up from her grazing. She’s a veteran mama at the ripe young age of 2. Watching Cuatro, it suddenly became apparent to me that his sire has to be Twister; he looks just like him.

Grey and Houdini

Terra and Cuatro

Iya (April 27, 2008) and Terra (May 1, 2009); La Sal Mountains in the background. They were born the same color; look how dark Iya is now!

Fuzzy, furry silver boy!

Thus emotionally armed, I went back to find Duke.

He looks all right … but he is thinner than when he had Raven and Corona – and, briefly, Kootenai.

He’s still limping, but he’s completely mobile, and he’s putting weight on his injured leg (right hind). See all that sky behind him? This is Spring Creek Basin’s version of “top of the world.” The difference between here and the Pryors is that here, if you step off that edge … well, let’s just say it really is an edge, and I really would recommend NOT stepping off!

Love his handsome face.

He’s a crazy horse to be walking up and down mountains (to and from water) on his healing leg, but he’s a tough boy!

Love, always.

Thankful days don’t wait for calendar dates. No matter what’s going on, I – and you, I bet – have things in your life for which to be thankful anyway. I think the ponies don’t know how much they give of themselves to all of us who admire them so; it’s the least we can do to ensure their continued protection – any way we can.

“Ésta es la más visitada por los turistas. En la calle Hatun Rumiyoq (“De la Roca Mayor”) se encontraba el palacio de Inca Roca, que actualmente pertenece al Palacio Arzobispal.

En esta calle que va desde la plaza de Armas hasta el barrio de San Blas, se puede apreciar la enigmática piedra de los doce ángulos.” (Fuente del texto y más información en Wikipedia)

Desde el siguiente enlace podéis acceder a las fotos que realicé en el 2009 de la ciudad de Cuzco (Qosqo – Cusco) – Perú:

Álbum de fotos de la Calle Hatun Rumiyuq de Cuzco – Perú. (live spaces)

Otras fotos de Perú en este blog.

Otras fotos de Cuzco (Qosqo o Cusco)  en este blog.

Como introducción la siguiente foto:

Fotos de la Calle Hatun Rumiyuq de Cuzco (Qosqo o Cusco) – Perú.

CC martin_javier #2009

I have to start this post with the good news (there isn’t any bad): Two of our ponds finally got dug out! The work was done before the snow the weekend before last, but the dozer just left this past weekend. I think the ponds look fabulous, and they’re both deeper (much deeper!) and can’t help but provide more water sources for the horses next spring! I wish I could remember the contractor’s name; I’d thank him right here on the blog – thank you, contractor! Your work will provide a direct benefit to the horses! And thanks to BLM for starting the process rolling by securing the funds.

Let’s start with the pond behind/south of Round Top.

This what it looked like “un-dug.”

Here it is dug. Just imagine that baby filled with water!

Now here’s the other one, one of the “double ponds” off the far east loop road:

It blends in, doesn’t it? That’s OK – perfect, even! In the foreground is the wide arroyo the road crosses, and about midway up the left side IS the road … and up to the right, about midway, is the pond. (The second of the “double ponds” is back farther, closer to where the arroyo comes down from the east ridge.)

Here it is a little closer (zoomed in). I hiked back to it after a visit with Poco and Roach and just had my long lens. From closer, I couldn’t get nearly all the pond in any composition!

Another comparison:

This is the big pond below the roller-coaster ridge. Yes, it’s shrinking (it was the one pond that didn’t go dry in 2008; it did go dry this year, then filled back up), but look how shallow it looks compared to the ones that just got dug out! That’s serious siltification! (I have no idea whether that’s an actual word.)

Snow is still in patches throughout the basin, but the roads were mostly dry. It was a little soft back near the double ponds, so I didn’t go all the way around. Molly and Liberty and Duke remain elusive. I did see Seven’s but not Bounce’s, so Molly and her filly are a mystery right now (if Molly’s time has come, I’m expecting Liberty to show up with one of the other bands … maybe back with Seven, her sire, or with Bounce, who she and Molly spent at least a few days with after they left Seven’s band). Little Hayden is adjusting well to his abnormal babyhood. He’s fuzzy, and both Jif and stepdaddy Chrome are protective of him. I saw them just from a distance, walking along a ridge. Jif was leading, and Hayden was a short distance behind … with Chrome *right* behind him. He easily could have passed the youngster, but he stayed right with him, even stopping with him for a rest while Jif walked on till she realized they had stopped. Nothing’s more important than family, no matter the season.

Poco has regained some weight he lost while he and Roach were with Hollywood’s band.

Roach, low man on the totem pole, still looks great.

I was having flashbacks with regard to Kreacher’s band  like with Seven’s band after they were chased last summer: I hadn’t seen them except very far away since the ATV hunters spooked them. Found them finally a bit out of their normal territory, but then they ended up on the west-side loop road and were completely calm when I gingerly approached them to say howdy.

Looking out toward the eastern ridge/boundary. It doesn’t look very snowy, but patches were hiding in the shadows of saltbush and grassy stuff! You can see the tracks from the dozer on the road.

Corona seems to have made a connection with Kootenai since Koot joined them with Duke.

I caught them during their late-afternoon nap …

By this time of year, the mamas seem to feel like their ever-more-independent babes regard them just as milk bars. But every now and then, you can still catch them in a tender moment …

And a mother-daughter portrait or two.

Mona and Kootenai … still napping … on the other side of the road (no jokes!).

They’re very fuzzy (Kootenai, in particular, has a lush, furry coat; maybe it’s her color that makes it so apparent). Corona was a bit muddy, and the mud just accentuated her curls. She’s SO cute!

Just before sunset, I found Hollywood and his family, getting a drink at the Flat Top pond, which was on the dig-out list but didn’t get done because Mother Nature saw fit to rain enough just before it was to get done that water collected a bit here. About a third of that surface area (it didn’t fill) is dry again now.

This is the view from the road. It’s the opposite end that’s drying first.

Hollywood and his shadow.

I wish all of you a happy Thanksgiving, no matter where you are or who you’re with. Other than my family, of course, I’m most thankful for the wild horses of Spring Creek Basin and elsewhere, and I’ll be gratefully and thankfully spending the holiday with them this year. Bounty of good life to you all!

Uztárroz, Valle de Roncal, Navarra, originalmente cargada por Rufino Lasaosa.

Una foto para un día: panorámica de Uztárroz, Valle de Roncal, Navarra

Más fotos del Valle de Roncal

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1.- El cantero

2.- La cantera de granito

3.- La cantería en el Pirineo

4.- La piedra de marés

5.- La piedra negra de Caratorao

6.- La piedra rosa de Sepúlveda

Decía el viejo griego que aprender es imitar. Pero aprender es ante todo crearse recuerdos. Ir llenando de información el cerebro. Ir construyendo una memoria. En este sentido memoria tiene el sentido de imitación, de replica de la realidad. Aunque el otro griego decía que en realidad cada vez que aprendemos algo, lo recordamos porque ya lo sabiamos, como si la memoria hubiese estado ahí, escondida como un jaguar al acecho y de pronto, da el zarpaso y haber si nos coje y confesados.
Pero cuando uno recuerda, qué es realmente lo que visita? Porque uno nunca visita la realidad que pasó, sino el segmento de realidad archivado y sobre el cual vamos construyendo el resto. Es lo sucio y a la vez lo bello de la memoria: el que a cada revisita esta crece, se rehace. Había un poema que hablaba sobre las primeras veces y decía que el amor era siempre comenzar y nunca detenerse. Así también la memoria es un lugar que cada vez que es visitado es nuevo, y no tiene fin ni finalidad.
No es el olvido lo hermoso, sino el incesante movimiento de la memoria. No el lago en calma, sino la furia del mar.
Y cuando recordamos, lo que nos viene a la mente no son palabras, sino un lenguaje más sutil hecho de colores, sabores, texturas. Es un sin fin de posibilidades. Porque el segmento de memoria que visitamos es en todo igual a lo sucedido sólo que sucede de nuevo. Y como todo hecho, no es una coordenada de espacio, tiempo y masa, sino en esencia, una posibilidad.
Por eso me da pena la gente que recuerda con pelos y señales y se pierde el verdadero placer de recordar.

Casa de los Picos, Segovia. Septiembre 2006

Como si los faraones hubiesen querido instalarse en la villa castellana, el señor alcalde mandó recubrir de pirámides toda la fachada del rudo palacio medieval.

CANSADO

¡Sí!

Cansado

de usar un solo brazo,

dos labios,

veinte dedos,

no sé cuántas palabras,

no sé cuántos recuerdos,

grisáceos,

fragmentarios.

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Cansado,

muy cansado,

de este frçio esqueleto,

tan púdico,

tan casto,

que cuando se desnude

no sabré si es el mismo

que usé mientras vivía.

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Cansado.

¡Sí!

Cansado

por carecer de antenas,

de un ojo en cada omóplato

y de una cola auténtica,

alegre,

desatada,

y no este rabo hipócrita,

degenerado,

enano.

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Cansado,

sobre todo,

de estar siempre conmigo,

de hallarme cada día,

cuando termina el sueño,

allí, donde me encuentre,

con las mismas narices

y con las mismas piernas;

como si no deseara

esperar la rompiente con un cutis de playa,

ofrecer, al rocío, dos senos de magnolia,

acariciar la tierra con un vientre de oruga,

y vivir, unos meses, adentro de una piedra.

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Enlaces de interés e interesantes sobre el autor:

Poemas e información biográfica en Amediavoz

Entrada sobre el autor en la Wikipedia

Biografía en Cervantes Virtual

Sobre el creacionismo y el ultraísmo: acá, y aquí

Manifiesto ultraísta, en la Wikipedia