The Land of Enchantment and Open Skies, New Mexico: draft, Nature’s Secrets

From my experiences thus far, I feel that in all the Southwestern USA, there is no greater gem than the state of New Mexico. 🦇🤠

I'd love to visit there again sometime and experience Taos, Meow Wolf in Santa Fe, the White Sands Desert (and stay overnight for the skies, the views of the white sands & the stars, and maybe some astrophotography)

I went on a solo adventure to New Mexico for about a week in 2009, and it was breathtaking and certainly a land of exploration for the super curious!!

I flew into Albuquerque one night, and rented a car first thing in the morning and drove South. I think that I took this picture along that drive. It was the first time in a long time that I'd been able to soar down an empty stretch of road, and I've never seen skies that looked this way, or that went on forever; they really do.

I remember driving with the window rolled down and with my eyes mostly on the road; by feel of hand, I took a picture of the landscape passing before my eyes and periphery as the car & I sped down the road.

I decided to stay in Roswell and explore the town's museum & research center. 📓📰📝One of the days I drove to Carlsbad to explore the Caverns. At dusk hundreds of Mexican free-tailed bats are known to fly above them! 🦇🦇🦇 And there are other wild animals who inhabit the area!! I was there on quite a rainy day, so I didn't get to see the bats, but the Caverns were incredibly beautiful.

And on the drive back to Roswell later that day, I found a pleasant surprise!! The rain had let up a bit and I realized that I was driving through what seemed to be a ghost town of the old Wild West. 🌵👻

I had to stop the car of course! I parked it somewhere and hopped out, and started walking around. There were a number of store fronts on each side of the street, and I was entranced by this bizarre one-horse town! I went over to one of the shops and looked in by the window. It was kind of dark and no one was in there. I walked down the block and found one of those fortune teller machines outside what might have once been a shop or pizza place of some sort. It was such a curious sight, and a bit creepy in the atmosphere of this place, which turned out to be a zero-horse town.

I noticed a lot of dust had collected over time on the fortune teller machine and on the hand that pops out of it! Quite possibly desert dust. I got some weird vibes, and turned around and noticed a diner or restaurant of some sort across the street. I started crossing over, and that's when I realized there weren't any lights on inside this establishment. It was early evening, and the sun was still shining some through the clouds, so it was possible that's why it wasn't brightly lit. I was about to try the door to the restaurant, when I realized it looked closed; which is when I saw the lone man inside this dimly lit diner, staring out at me from behind the door.

And that's when I crossed the street, took a last glance at the shops, and saw a Native American hand-woven dream catcher in one of the shoppe windows. I found my car parked nearby, and drove back to my hotel in Roswell. Along the way, the rain started pouring again, and the skies that night in Roswell (after supper) were a sight to behold with a dark grey cloud formation like a twister! It was like nothing I've ever seen before or since!!

TO BE CONTINUED . .

© Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
🍃Nature's Secrets🍃

note to self: rough draft, see if I can find more New Mexico pics from 2009- sky, road, Carlsbad caverns, ghost town, Roswell, dark grey twister clouds after I finished supper at the restaurant near my hotel in Roswell.

Add some more detail about the town of Roswell and their research center; and about the beauty inside the carlsbad caverns; maybe make mention of passing signs on the road for the White Sands Desert, and learning more about it and its history, with reference to the trinity site, 1945. 😱

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Is Dog a Hidden Man’s Best Friend?

At the Elf School in Reykjavik, we received a guest one afternoon. An older gentleman, he was a seer- of Elves, of Huldufolk (hidden people), and of the dead.  He spent about an hour with us, graciously answering our questions, while the school’s headmaster translated back and forth.

You see, this seer’s incredible gift was both a blessing and a curse. To be aware, always, of other beings; other dimensions which most people could scarcely imagine. But too much sight could overwhelm the mind. Can you picture yourself sitting in a classroom, focusing on your academics, while everywhere you turn you see ghost spirits? As a boy of eleven, he had to leave school behind. In Iceland in those days, they taught English as a third language (after Icelandic and Danish) in schools starting at age twelve. For this seer, it meant that he would need the assistance of a translator in order to share many of his experiences, as he went on to work with Iceland’s Paranormal Society.

During our Q & A session with him at the Elf School, the 21 of us were as curious as could be. I remember asking him if the hidden people needed clairvoyant abilities in order to see us, or if all were able to naturally. I also asked about various aspects of the hidden people’s culture, with one question being, have you ever seen one walking with a dog? Do they live with dogs, cats, and other animals as we do? He answered that he had never seen them together, though he couldn’t rule out any relationship with dogs and such.

That night after class, I made my way to the Elf capital of Iceland, Hafnarjordur. I went off exploring Hellisgurdi Park, which is said to have quite a few Elves in residence. Upon entering the park, I noticed this curious sign– “Elf Circle, elves next 6 km.” Above it was a sign stating, “NO DOGS.”

It’s funny how the Universe can provide us with the answers we seek, hidden in plain sight. As it turns out, a dog may be man’s best friend, but not an elf’s!

You can find out who is an elf’s best friend in my storybook. As it’s being developed, you can follow along here and on my new Facebook page, Nature’s Secrets. 

http://www.facebook.com/TheNewAncientFolklore 

Thank you for your support! ❤️ 

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NO DOGS ALLOWED on Elf Circle! This sign is posted at the beginning of the path in Hellisgurdi Park in Hafnarjordur, which happens to be the Elf capital of Iceland. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

The Mercurial Light bulb

An anecdote from my new blog, The Antidote: zeanecdote.wordpress.com

Truth be told, most of my dreams are too convoluted to hope to write about in a cohesive fashion. But not this one from the other night! I call it, “The Mercurial Light Bulb.”

The dream was as follows . .

I was back in my old neighborhood in South Brooklyn, where I grew up. I was with my childhood friends Paul and Lee. We were sitting in the grass by building one. For whatever reason, Paul had dragged along with him a suitcase on wheels, which was sitting at the far end of the grass. In its little zippered compartment, something was wiggling ferociously to get out.

We had no idea what it could be, and just as we were musing it over, whatever it was broke free of the material and launched 200 meters into the sky. We watched the whole thing, and up, up, up and away it went! I thought to myself, “Holy smokes, what if it hits somebody?” But then figured those chances were unlikely.

Next thing you know, it plunked my friend Lee right on top of his head, bullseye. The thing that hit him, this suitcase monster, turned out to be an iridescent light bulb.  As it bounced on his noggin, it emitted an intense electromagnetic pulse, reverberating through the ground and air, all around us. The iridescence of the light was dazzling. Lee, uninjured but puzzled, rubbed his head, as the light bulb scurried away, bouncing through the grass.

There was a black star chart posted in the grass, illuminated with the twinkly lights of the Universe. I noticed that since this incident occurred, the distance between the orbits of Earth and the planet Mercury had shortened considerably. In fact, the difference was astronomical! Thanks to the suitcase monster, we were now hella close to Mercury, and probably fairly screwed when it went into retrograde!

The End?

Anyhow, a few hours after waking up from this dream I realized how funny the dream connection was between the dangerous light bulb and the planet Mercury, since in “the real world” many light bulbs actually do contain mercury, the heavy metal kind.

Also, I’ve been working on my photography series, Electric Skies (merging characters and storytelling with the photographs), and I could see this dream had a theme of electric skies. Dreams imitating art, imitating life . .

MY NEW BLOG: The Antidote in Words

WELCOME GUYS!

First, I want to thank all of you in this community who support me and keep up with my work. It means the world to me.

I’d like to invite you along for my latest adventure with words, my new blog, The Antidote in Words.

That’s the title, and the webby address where you can follow along with me is,

http://zeanecdote.wordpress.com

The Antidote in Words is a journey in thoughts & feelings, and is the first time I’m really sharing the expression of pieces of the innermost me online. Pieces of me past, present, and ever-evolving.

I chose the title, The Antidote in Words, because I see this as a continuous healing journey, through the therapeutic release and expression of thoughts & feelings in writing. Most of the posts on my new blog will be in anecdotal form, and cornball I am, I also enjoy the play on words with anecdote & antidote. I would love to have your feedback and comments if any of my posts resonate with you.

I will continue posting my ramblings on Ramblings of a Mad Hatter, including excerpts from children’s stories which I am writing, and my photopoetry.

I am also working on a blog called, Adventures in LEGgoLand, which will be a series of vignettes of some of my travels & wacky adventures in life!

To get you acquainted with my new blog,The Antidote in Words, here is my first post from that blog, “FLASHBACK FRIDAY: Paradise.” 

“In the night, the stormy night, she closed her eyes . . 

In the night, the stormy night, away she flies . .” 

The perfect evening. (Not that perfect exists, but you know what I’m saying.) 

Alone, riding my bike in Prospect Park- that oasis of wilderness in the midst of Brooklyn. It was spring, or early summer of 2014. Dusk was setting in, and a slight breeze caressed the air. The birds yipped as the trees grew dark. The perfect evening.

I was about to do something crazy. For the record, I wasn’t trying to commit suicide. If anything, I was trying to commit to life, surrender to the moment and let it be.

Coldplay’s “Paradise” was playing on the headphones that were plugged into my ears. The song used to remind me of my summer days road-tripping through California and the Pacific Northwest, as it was often pumping on the car stereo. Now, however, the feeling was entirely different.

The winter before, I had been falling in love with someone across the ocean. Deeply, profoundly, like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I was forever changed, for the better. Now, I was deeply heartbroken in love, shattered, confusion running rampant in my mind like a bag full of marbles scattering across the floor. I had literally lost my marbles! And how had my insane behavior made her feel?

I was also struggling with internal demons, illness and family matters that were ripping apart my insides. It had been breaking me down for years, and how I was affecting the people I cared for was weighing on me immensely. Every part of me now wanted to fight to get better.

I had slowly biked up Prospect Park’s tremendously long & steep hill, at a snail’s crawl. Downhill awaited riders, right around that corner. If just for a few moments in time, all the weight of the world was about to be lifted.

Soon I was gliding down the tremendously steep hill; whizzing past the ball fields and ice-cream truck. Coldplay was singing along, “When she was just a girl, she expected the world . . but it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth . .  Life goes on, it gets so heavy . . the wheel breaks the butterfly . .” Gravity had the bicycle & I descending this hill at a zippity pace! Now here’s the crazy part- I let go.

Hands free, arms wide open, palms turned toward the skies, I was soaring down the hill; the crisp wind at my back. The lyric played, “In the night, the stormy night, she closed her eyes . . In the night, the stormy night, away she flies . .” 

And for a few brief moments I did close my eyes, arms extended out like the wings of a bird- flying, I was flying down the hill, past the lake with the ducks & swans, my soul soaring free.

A treasured moment. As with all of life’s experiences, it can never be replicated, it can never be felt twice. But a year and a half later, ColdPlay’s “Paradise” is playing again, and with the breeze in the night air, I flash back to that time I was flying past the trees, and I smile.

FUN FACT: I see the video for “Paradise” now (I hadn’t before that bike ride), and irony of all ironies, the elephant in the video is riding a bicycle! Then he’s riding a unicycle hands free! Though at the end of the clip, the elephant is carrying the weight of the unicycle on his shoulders, and finally feels free when he tosses it to the ground and frolics off through the grass to play with his elephant band, twirling about.