At least 1000 gathered this morning in the dry Santa Fe River bed to fill it with Blue, blue painted cardboard and blue tarps. From satellite photos were taken of all of us turning the river brown to blue.
It was a beautiful way to express our love for our river and our community, all kinds of people showed up.
I find it ironic that not so long ago i had entered this very same spot in the river, painted blue and in search of the spirit of water.
Below is the video that came out of that day, and now this video is showing in the gallery exhibit that went along with today's river event.
With out this river that runs behind my house now, i'm not sure i would have survived, and actually creatively thrived, this move away from my old house. And another coincidence my house is going into closing tomorrow! I have been crying all day since leaving the river with everyone in it this morning. Grieving, it feels like a death of a family member, selling this house. And then there is also the grieving of the loss of my "mate" that i had shared that home with. The grief of loosing the one i had called home, my love.
The river caught me, gave me a safe bed to land in, so i would be inspired to let go of all That. So that i would know there is more to live for than that person i thought was my all in all. Now i feel the river this way, she is my home now. And to know that there are so many others that feel this love for her... to go from feeling so alone and isolated in my big house over looking Santa Fe, to the comfort of a community that loves our river bed... blue tears move threw me on so many levels right now.
The river is dry, but in me it runs freely.
There is a way that i pray, that these tears are not just for me, but that my grief may call forth the flow of the Santa Fe River again. That as layers of self absorbed tears are released i may be free to love and act from love in a larger way, love for the life of our earth, love that shows me how to serve.Sucking Rock Finding Water from Mano Sipowicz on Vimeo.
