Kokopelli and the Southwest
During my junior year of college I travelled to Arizona during spring break. I loved and still love the southwest. The heat, the desert, the sunsets, the colors, just everything holds a special place within me for some reason. Now, I live in one of the colder places in the states...go figure. We had a movie night at my house tonight so in preparation I picked up a few "decor" items including placemats and kitchen rug. As I perused through the store a particular theme seemed to pop out over and over again and with each new sight there came a flood of memories. Typically small things, a coffee cup with wrapped hands, blankets, colors, smells, just memories and experiences. As I cleaned the house a Kenny song came on. Now the song is about something totally different then where it took me but the opening lines really struck a chord. Something about the southwestern theme brought back all kinds of memories and more than that, feelings.
Tonight we watched "The American President." In this movie Andrew's wife has died and a thought clearly hit me. Though he is now in a new relationship it's clear that he still loves his wife who has passed, and rightfully so. Why is it that when a couple breaks up it's wrong to go on loving the other person, from a society stand point, but in the case of a death it's acceptable. Perhaps love isn't the question....perhaps it's a moving on. Anyway, not a huge topic of debate lest to say another spark to the fire of the southwest. There's one person who knows all the "symbology" of the southwest, "symbology...I believe the word is symbolism, symbolism" but with all this time I think the southwest has long passed....just like the humor found in that last statement. All symbolism dies I suppose, in time. Or does she still wrap her fingers around the coffee cup the same way?
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