I have always wanted to come to Belize, for some reason it stood apart in the names of places I had heard of. I arrived here yesterday morning, landing at the Air-strip in Belize City after flying in low over the Western Carribean and super-lush jungle landscapes with dark green rivers winding through them, similar to giant sunning snakes. Flying through the mist as We came to touch-down, the clouds made shadows on the emerald green water and I could see the paterns in the sand on the sea floor. Out of the jungle, rapidly came the runway and truly this is the tiniest airport, with People going up and down the ladders to get to and from three Jets parked on the tarmac, my heart does flips to experience this non-babylonian status. Off the plane in a hurry and down into the warmth of late Summer greeted by smiling Belezians, down to the far end of the Terminal (which rose singularly out of the jungle there), toward the Immigration Department and all the way back to the other end once inside (cattle-herding at its finest). The people in the Customs area appeared as though they had no idea a whole Jet-load of Folks would be arriving, there was a guy in one booth who had a computer completely disassembled and was wiping it off with paper towels, the Young Lady in the booth I was headed for was being very official and looking at Everyone’s passport as though it were some sort of magical object, when it came my turn, I was quickly processed, even at the second step, they only asked me one question then I was out the door and into a Taxi and off to the Bus Stop in about a minute, my Driver, Norevell, told me about crocodiles in the Old Belize River and how Belize adopted the “American” style of driving on the right, even though Belize was a British Colony prior to its independence in 1981 (which right now is the heart of the National celebratory status, that continues until September 21st). Soon We see a Bus approaching and Norevell flags it down and I am on there and on my way to Dangriga down the Southern Highway at a much faster speed than I have ever experienced on a school bus style of vehicle, packed with people, chickens, babies and all sorts of other stuff. I didn’t sleep so well the night before so I am nodding off and waking up periodocally as the bus vibrates like I would imagine an old-timey bomber airplane would with rumbling engines and road sounds to drown out almost even Your thought process. We pass through endless jungle greenery and more snakey rivers and distant misty hills rise up from the blue smoke of a fire. All along the route, quonset huts with balconies and stilt houses spring up by the roadside, in various states of repair. Finally We reach Dangriga, maybe 2 hours after getting on the Bus. They tell me they can’t stop to let me off at the Junction for Hopkins (my ultimate destination) because its an “express” bus and meanwhile they stop to pick-up and let off all kinds of people, including a Guy selling little bags of plantain chips with sauce squirted inside. At Dangriga, I wallow off the bus with my baggage and immediately meet Leonard who offers to shuttle me directly to my destination and after educating briefly on the surrounding area, He does just that. I bought Us each a water and we reached here in short order: Tipple Tree Beya, on the beach in Hopkins, Belize.
For years Folks have been asking Me if I had ever considered making a Coloring Book from my Paintings and Drawings and for many of those years I politely nodded and just went on about my business… now, finally I have decided to follow through on those requests and actually make a Coloring Book! I am self-publishing with a Locally made first Edition, entitled “Phil Cheney’s Dynamic ART Gallerie Coloring Book Volume One”. Here is the link to get Yours (and other Prizes): https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/314841510/phil-cheneys-coloring-book
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I intend to write a lengthier version of this in its entirety at some point in the near Future. Until then, these words will act as my marker, to hold the place in mid-air, floating, just above the Horizon, until such a time (a time certain) that I may continue to place more words in an order befitting the Story and how I’d like for it to be told. So, please stay tuned to this place, soon!
When I was swimming in the ocean just a little while ago, a whole Thought Parade went clambering by in my mind, with an interesting beginning for this blog I have committed to publish each week, albeit a day late, now, for the second week in a row. This time last week I wrote about HOONs in the steadily falling snow, now here I am, way down in the Jungly Seaside Town of El Lago del Mar, which is located in Jalisco, Mexico.
To reach here, at last, to the Casa Hacienda, We had to come from Playa de los Muertos by Water Taxi. Playa de los Muertos is a grandeous future-primitive beach town with a large space-age-esque sail feature and a spiral pier built around it. On either side, a tan, sand beach stretches off into the haze of Cabanas and oiled bodies, in non-USA regulation swimming attire.
I’ve been keeping busy doing lots of drawings and helping to come up with funny tunes with my very talented Musical Friends down here. We’ve also done quite of a bit of exploring as it becomes an unfolding culinary and ARTs adventure series continuum… Yum! It pretty much just unfolds before Us, as is typically the case in my experience. The People that We meet and the conversations had and overheard, mix with the experience and come out as delightfully fresh-baked goodies.
There is some amazing Art here, as well. No one knows for sure, as these pieces were collected by the now-deceased Isabel, but they are some type of Native Ceremonial Arts, possibly psychedelic in Nature, they are depictions of naturally psychedelic situations, involving Shamans and Others, wearing fantastic head-gear.
I would like to stay here forever but this adventure doesn’t end here and I have so much further yet to travel. I will savor the experience for now and keep blending it up into my colorful stew.the Flower Trees, as well as the Hibiscus and the Bougainvillea, all match the colors of the House and the Sea. Here the Sea is aquamarine and blends with a lovely medium hue to reach the deep Sea blue that surrounds Us and appears to be bounded itself by enormous purple hazy Mountains, aiming at the Sky with their jagged peaks.
The Sea is so buoyant here, it is second only to the Dead Sea, or perhaps the Great Salt Lake (in that case third only). You can float straight-up, even if You’re bony, like Me. The soft toss of the gentle waves lands You right back up on the sandy beach, which massages Your body with soft extra-large grains of natural material (bits of sea shells and crabs and stuff).
This is an incredibly inspirational Creative Retreat, where I am left entirely to mySelf to decide how to bide my time. In between typing these paragraphs, I have been going up and down the four hundred or so sandy, stone steps, of varying heights and depths, all the way from here to the small beach below and back again, to take a shower with gas after swimming in the warm water and hopping up, up, up from the Sea.
I’ve left it until the end to explain the title of this particular posting. We met a Man on an ATV yesterday, which are an annoying addition to the tiny pathways, only slightly wider than an ATV, Who was wearing a shirt that said “Pollo Yo” and was exclaiming in Spanish about His restaurant and that We should come there, to eat, et cetera. He gave His card to the most Spanish Speaking member of Our Crew at that time, Ami Worthen. However, by the time We got to “Pollo Yo” (and not “Pollo Bollo” by the way, that’s on this side of Town), they had changed the name to “Pollo Pollo”…
Deep in the Forest of Endless Anon live the HOONs of Yore. Long ago They traveled in vessels on currents of air to the densely forested woodlands they now call home. It’s a land filled with Bunnies and other Creatures, with soft, round tummies that are often fuzzy and they’re clothed-in wildly colored garments of an antique-future fashion.
Swinging and hanging on chairs and couches, out over such heights, that the mists obscure the bottom… Hey, can You spot ’em? The trees that live there have Stars on their leaves and wear woolly fur-lined dungarees. These special trees can move around to find the perfect patch of sunlight and then they dance all night by fire-light, in the Forest of Endless Anon and on and on.
The HOONs of Yore, are, in a nutshell, a Tiny Band of Woodland Creatures, lead by an Enchanted Porcupine King: GaLoobe de Jamune. Deep in the Forest of Endless Anon, there’s a Dance Party Thumpin’, it goes on and on.
GaLoobe de Jamune, the King of All HOONs and his special assistant Lou Blowie (aka Low Bluie), who collects prismatic light refracted off the wings of Dragonflies and thereby placing them in Jars, which, just like everything else, are adorned with Stars. Nicholas Wind-Ding Renfro and Ho Chee Ho, two of the newest Named HOONs to Go… HOON’s Eye Art and HOONs Yo-Yo!
Now way back when, there was a big ole Flood and GaLoobe de Jamune got washed out the door, along with the oven, piano and refrigerator, none of which were ever seen again, although it has been rumored that splinters from the piano were woven into day-glow gymnasium outfits for hours-after Jumping Jacks programs, often held behind steamed up windows and next-door to Noodle Bowl Establishments, or places that serve open-faced turkey and gravy sandwiches.
GaLoobe had an unique experience, possibly the only one of its kind, in which his Spirit was subject to a bifurcation and some large percentage of it went into the Forest of Endless Anon, where after a rather confusing conversation with Hula Gordon, the Head Honcho of Hoon Headquarters, who explained that GaLoobe de Jamune had been the King of ALL Hoons for many years, there, already.
And then, earlier this year, We received a very Special GaLoobe de Jamune MugMonster, who appeared to Us as the GaLoobe de Jamune Version Three point Oh. GaLoobe de Diversion point OH is a pure return to the Quilted Realm, from whence He emerged, full-size but not yet having spiritually bifurcated in the first place, it’s very Suri Nam de Plume-esque.
And We give extra Thanks Yous to the Instigator and the Dream Or Iggie Nator who got Him wrung right out of the Fabric of Space and also Time…
The Art of DeWayne Barton is heavy both literally and figuratively but He has crafted it, as the truly talented and driven Ones do, in a way that will gently guide You and help You to open UP Your mind and Your heArt.
DeWayne Barton’s “The Art of Resilience” art opening, book release and poetry reading is this Friday, November 13, starting at 7 pm at the YMI Cultural Center, 39 South Market Street. (Stop by after the Asheville High School debate if you have plans to attend that.) I hope to see you there!
As you may know, Barton’s visual art focuses on justice issues for people and the planet, as well as strategies for creating vibrant, healthy, sustainable communities. The show will feature new sculptures. In addition, the event will be a book release and poetry reading for Barton’s second book, Return to Burton Street, which just came out on Black Mountain Press.
Most importantly, “The Art of Resilience” will launch Hood Huggers International, Barton’s new initiative which offers innovative strategies for building support pillars for systemically marginalized neighborhoods, providing a framework for community capacity building while increasing the effectiveness of existing…
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