New boots with Fringe

You keep saying you've got something for me.
something you call love, but confess.
You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
and now someone else is gettin' all your best.
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin
and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha!I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.

Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!

My friend Molly came over to visit the other day.  I could tell Terry had called her to try and get some sense into me about moving away and why but....Molly was not the best voice of reason.  We had met 20 years earlier at a Bach Flower Practitioner workshop and had been good friends since.  Molly was in her mid 60's and had the kind of presence that silents a room when she enters.  Her blond long hair frames an angel face and her voice has that quality of peace and grace that only a lifetime of meditation and intentional living can bring.  She was a successful sales rep for a vitamin company and for the most part a grounded presence.  But on occasion her "other self" would surface.  She admitted doing too many drugs in the 60's...."too much LSD will leave you either insane or enlightened".  I think she had a little of both. 

 It was a while before I noticed her presence as she stood there looking at my whole wardrobe on the front room floor with a couple dozen packing boxes scattered around.   I just grinned and she said in a have-you-lost-your-ever loving-mind tone of voice  "What's going on girl? You all packed up yet? You leaving so soon??"  I responded quickly back  "Well looked what the rain, rain, rain, rain and more damp, damn rain for 7 months out of the year brought in".  We both laughed and I put some tea on. 

We sat in the dining room looking out at the grey sky for a long time talking about what changes a move might bring.   Mollie then spotted my new boots.  "What are these? they look like hippy boots from the 60's?? you have have really lost it now.....but they bring so many memories, oh the fringe trim thing going on too....I really like them".  She tried them and they fit like perfect...and I worried I might not see them again.

She then came over and put her hand on my forehead checking for a temp and then took both of my shoulders and looked seriously into my eyes.  "I am worried about you.  This whole move thing to some town your never have been too...what is the name...Bisbee?.... is going way, way far too fast.  You need to take your time girlfriend".  Her voice could change from an angel to something like a deeper "Whoopie Goldburg" honky tonk tone. 

 I explained slowly  "Well I bought the boots as...... that was or is my style...ah yes I guess I am a hippy at heart...and I don't care anymore and I need to go somewhere I can be myself and well when Steve mentioned Bisbee and I looked up all the info and  the community and the art, well I need to live there, period."

 I suddenly felt venerable as she stood so close with such sincere concern.   "This is an inner process too that can't be stopped now......it feels very spiritual in nature....I can't explain it yet....all I know is I can't ignore this calling.   I am tired too, if I could retire today if I could, Tom is tired and cold too.

Molly took a deep sigh and said something to the effect I was searching for a place that did not exist.  "Everywhere has their problems, it is not going to be perfect in anywhere and I think you are searching for that....this perfect place.....for pie in the sky". 

We spotted Terry out the window and she said "Look at your poor husband out there, he is worried to death now and called me in a calm panic.  He is ready to stage an intervention to deal with all this change".  I answered in concered tone that  yes he was outside, standing in the rain, unable to do much outside and he needs that outlet in nature and that we could hardly go for any walks anymore....I went on and on.  "We are just getting too old to deal with the 7 or 8 months of damp, the weather has changed here.  He is ready to go too but he doesn't quite know that yet.  I won't say too much now to hi  m about all this....but I bet in another month or so and he will be ready."

Molly seemed happy with my response to dial it back a bit but the concern still showed in her face.

"Oh, oh, oh hold on" Molly said as she got up in the middle of the room and started dancing a kinda St. Patrick's day jig with my fringe, brown, suede boots a swinging...I did have to admit Molly was very intuitive and prepared myself for this "other side" of a now Irish dancer to come out....."I am getting something.....yes I see it now...you are in labor! You are giving birth to yourself .....work with crystals...and herbs.....oh the mineral content there in Bisbee is strong...one of the strongest ever......open a little shop...yes I can see it now......see we are just coming out of Mercury Retrograde and so now you are feeling the freedom".

 Molly's vision whet on for another 10 minutes and it was a bit like Terry's method of "talking it all out"......only had a very positive vib, multidemenational new-age-speak running.  Again I just listened knowing she would come back in, come back down sooner or later.

Thank God I did not tell her I had been dancing and singing earlier in the day on the front porch in my one and only one tie-dyed tee-shirt to various 60's songs like "We are Family" and "Grazing in the Grass" blasting out the front windows.   I even yelled loudly when it looked like all the neighbors were gone "I am leaving this dead end street forever....yay and more yay!".  Oh one car did drive by and I just waved as I did the swim dance from the 60's.  The occupants looked and looked but hey I'll be gone soon.   I like turning 60. 

 

Grazing in the Grass by the Friends of Distinction - 1970

 

 

We are Family - Sister Sledge - 1979

 

 

 

"The Swim Dance" early 60's