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Published: April 8th 2014
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After watching my friend give a wonderful Brass Quintet recital in Denton, Texas, I made my way west towards Roswell. I hadn't been sure where I would go after Texas, but I saw Roswell on the map and knew it had to do with aliens..
Out on the open road, it's really not all that exciting, but it is a part of the journey.
Once I landed into town, I was engulfed by the UFO and alien figures all around. It is basically their town mascot: many stores, radio stations, restaurants, even real estate agents have somehow incorporated aliens into their business. I too got suckered into buying a T-shirt :X The truth about their story is that there is an alien crash site some 35 or more miles away from the town where a UFO supposedly crashed some 67ish years ago. I did not investigate the details, but there was this air of abductions and
evil alien vibes. It would have been worth my energy if it weren't so hocusy-pocusy, if you catch my drift. I like aliens, but it is for their higher knowledge and teachings, not because I think they will eat us.
Around the
town I checked out a few natural places. First, I went on a rock hike. It was so amazing! There were incredible rocks all along the ground. Different colors, shapes, and textures infiltrated my hands. The reason I was brought there was in search of a lake.
There waIt was at a park called the Bottomless Lakes. After driving curved roads for 10 miles, the beautiful blue water came into sight and I exclaimed, "wow!!" with such genuine enthusiasm. I made my way down and jumped right in!
The other trip I took was to go down to Carlsbad Caverns. It's an immense cave with bats living in this amazing underground world. I touched a rock (and then got yelled at) and felt a connection to a geological life that is away from the above ground earth we have drastically changed. These stalactites and stalagmites have no idea about our cars and wars. They feel only remnants of the water that seeps down from the soil. It was a beautiful tranquility down below.
During my walk around the cave, I spent a good amount of time tapping my legs and mentally singing my tunes. (I also got
in trouble for whistling). After leaving the caverns, I drove back into town and went to a recording studio, my first one!
Kathy and Ed, music and photographers snapped some photos and digitally recorded music of mine. It was an incredible experience and investment to devote time and love into personal creations that I am now ready to share. The songs I recorded are based on experiences in Colombia, stories of energies and lessons learned..
Another sun's rising later, I checked out the Anderson Museum of Contemporary Art. It was full of styles and originality. One of the reasons I was so intrigued about the place was because of an art residency that Roswell offers. This was a new concept to me, where towns may sponsor artists to come and live for a given amount of time to dedicate solely to their art. They live in a commune and are provided housing and a studio. How incredible that I met one of the artists at an open mic the next evening.
Music was shared at a Winery in town, and I saw a man with artist's hands. I asked, "What do you build?" He told me,"Paintings." From
there we discussed art, artists, time, and purpose. His name is David and he has been painting night and day scapes for many years of his life. Wildly enough, he is just now wanting to change his style..
I was invited to the artist's commune where I was able to see David's work in action. He even did a quick painting of me 😊 We also met a fellow sculptor, working on a piece that is a dining room table in a knot. It was incredible to discuss art with these world changers and to be inspired to change the world through art.
On my way to Albuquerque, I stopped at the White Sands. It was a necessary trip, I cannot say I loved it. We were not allowed to sleep in our cars, and we, well, I,
had to walk 1 mile in impossible-to-navigate white dunes to get to my campsite, where I had to take two trips to carry my stuff over, as I had to construct a covering out of blankets that would potentially protect me from rain, which did end up needing to protect me from beetles entering my face and sleeping quarters. It
was rough, but places in nature that are white are healthy for the soul. They are pure and will reflect only truth at you. I was able to see new egos I was forming, while simultaneously the solitude helped me regain my essence.
Last but not least, I bask in my newly gained rock collection!
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