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9-Dec-2007-21:32:23 |
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Mistral Musings |
Ah, the wind.
One of the things I loved most about studying with Rama was going out into the desert with him and having him teach us about the winds. Sometimes he'd do it in words, describing the "personalities" of each wind as it appeared and blew over us, and *through* us. More often he'd do it psychically, projecting his subjective impressions of each wind, and allowing us to "tune in" if we could.
I could. I really dug it. It made an impression. I've been a wind junkie ever since.
I remember when I first saw my house in Santa Fe, and was walking and around it, the owner really tried to talk me out of taking it by bringing up the wind. "One thing I have to warn you about...you get some pretty strong winds up here on the edge of the mesa. Some people don't like it."
Some people may not, but for me that clinched the deal. Very little in the relative world gets me higher than a good wind in my face.
There's a mistral blowing through Sitges tonight. Fuckin' *ferocious* wind, under a perfectly clear December night that feels more like May. The mistrals come in from North Africa, where they're called sciroccos. As it turns out, both the peoples of North Africa and the peoples of Spain and Southern France are into wind, too. They not only perceive the different winds as having different personalities, they give them different names. The mistral. The scirocco. The fon. And they're well aware of the effects that these different winds have on folks. The mistal is supposed to make you crazy as a loon. As Raymond Chandler said, describing another wind that blows in warm off the desert, the Santa Anas, "Those hot dry winds that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen."
And although it might affect some people the way it affected Chandler's housewife, for me it's a muse. I always get high as a kite and feel like writing stuff when I've got a good desert wind in my face. That's my plan for tonight, to find a cool cafe or bar near the water and sit there with the wind in my face and the keyboard at my fingertips and just See What Happens. Wish me luck. It might end in a fight.
:-)
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