I laughed when I woke up this morning. How will I ever leave this place? Has it been three days or a week? Time is circular in a portal. Not straight at all.
Instead of planning, which always leads me astray, I simply wait and watch. Now with earnest.
The first sign comes from Kokopelli. If you have spent any time in the Southwest of the US, you know this fellow. What an honour to be visited by him!
Primarily known for his role as a fertility deity, he is also associated with music, art and being a trickster. He shows up in rock paintings and carvings over a wide geographical area and is associated with Hopi, Anasazi and Zuni cultures. His name means something like “woodenbacked” or “the hunchbacked one.”
So here is how he comes to me. I’m visiting the Nature Centre at the Research Centre, and I’m about to have a coffee on the patio with the woman who is minding the nature store, when I see THIS!
That just happens to be a cute little stuffed Kokopelli, attached to a walking stick, that I just HAPPEN to know was lost by a fellow traveller and nomad friend I have contact with on my Facebook page! Lost, I highly doubt. He seems like the kind of guy who plans everything.
I connect with my pal, and plan to deliver it to her in Truth or Consequences in the next couple weeks. I have to go through this area on my way to get my daughter in a week, so it’s perfect. It’s not an immediate opening, but it’s definitely a crack in the door. A bit of direction.
Seems Kokopelli was stuck here in Portal too, and had been looking for a ride, and I’m delighted I’ve become his portal. . Where that doorway is, I’m not quite sure, but Koko is now riding shotgun.
A bit confused, given he’s the god of fertility and I’m menopausal, but I think about this for a moment. You don’t have to be a mother to be a mother. Maybe something else is preparing to be born? Maybe it has something do with music? Or is he playing a trick on me?
Pip and I go for a very long walk along the creek to the Sunny Flats campground and there are doorways everywhere. I apologize, this phase should pass soon. It’s just I’m a bit stuck on finding my way back.
Sure enough we arrive at the campground, and at the first campsite we reach, out comes Sue and her dog. Sue is a full time RV-er and has been on the road for seven years. Within five minutes we discover that she worked (loosely) with a neighbour in Cape Breton, has been to her bird-themed gift shop there, and is currently wearing a beautiful pair of feather earrings she bought there. Ah, a hint! Feathers! Wings! Maybe I will be flying out? Before we say goodbye, she unplugs that theory and points to the off-ramp Ive been looking for.
“Have you been to Gila Hot Springs yet?” she asks. I attach to the yet.
Not yet, I repeat.
“You really need to go.” she says. “The springs are beautiful, and you can go into the nearby cliff dwellings and meditate. No one will bother you. It’s beautiful.”
I accept the key, we exchange contact information and off we go!
I have a busy afternoon ahead. While Pippa rests from our walk, I clean a very messy van, find a new home for the books I’m collecting, and wash my hair.
It’s time to go. Koko and I found the off-ramp!