Mexican food confuses me at times. I think of a taco as a crisp shelled tortilla filled with ground meat. Though often one sees soft tortillas with premium steak going around calling themselves tacos. I had kind of thought that chimichangas were a deep fried sort of thing, rather than as in the image here what I would call a smothered burrito. Although the blog You Care What We Think seemed to identify this as a chimichanga from El Charro restaurant in Tucson.
Today, I certainly feel I can relate to the word tunnel. I feel a bit like someone digging miles underground, trying vainly to ignore all of the political nonsense and just escape from the world for a little while. (That I nonetheless want so much to write and publish this post seems so strange, and yet this little blog is one of the few places I can feel safely removed. The vice presidential debate got both my Twitter and Facebook streams going an I just so don’t want to talk about politics. The first Tuesday in November can’t come soon enough for me.
I am aware of course that ‘the rapture’ is a term in Christianity referring to the belief that when Christ returns to the earth the righteous will be taken up to heaven without first dying. Surely you’ve seen one of those pictures that show people plucked from their desks, their cars, their beds floating up in to the sky. However the word rapture really just means a state of ecstasy. And when I stop to think about it, I realize I have at times in my life experienced a bit of rapturous ecstasy. (That sounds like a line from bad porn, but….) It seems to me that ecstasy is something which one can only experience by serendipity. You simply can not plan for it or go after it. It is a kind of grace which you can only happen upon. And yet today, I find myself setting out for what my well prove to be only the umpteenth usual evening, even though in some small part of my heart I am hoping for just a touch of rapture. My thanks to Dan Tulloh who suggested today’s words.