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I'm at the age where...
Posted on Aug 20th, 2008
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Farland
Farland
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for August 20, 2008:
I was thinking how little babies are so densely full of a chubby potential, and then we spend a youth filling ourselves up. Today I carried a heavy stone down a mountain. It might have weighed another half of me. When I put it down at the trail head I almost floated away. I am at the age close to the floating away. I feel every day lighter as if I am casting things off as if my body vessel is empty and at the same time enabling in that emptiness room for more life. I feel as though all the threads running through me have become untangled there are no knotted up places only a strung pattern like Jacobs Ladder fragile looking yet allowing called forth strengths to flow fiercely through.
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ah…the wisdom of age
Or some kind of doddering blindsight ignorance. I am enjoying growning old.
floated and floating both made it into my word association list today. they were put there because of ferlingetti, but I think he was youngish when he put them in between other words on paper.
is there gloaming in that picture? it makes me think of gloaming.
It's there hidden in the low clouds
ah yes. there it is indeed.
goodnight/day to you - I'm headed for my bed at 9am. I'll be up around 4 or 5 I think-this evening. I might go to the hot springs. it's jordan's first day working as a life guard there. car to join me? I'll call you when I wake up.
Yes! I haven't been there in years you mean Conundrum?
if only. since i have to work at 9pm tonight probably not. but let’s do that this fall??? maybe the second week of september? maybe?
Yes. I was only wishing too.
Lovely images, floating, floating. Hit home today as the results of working way too many graves came home to roost. I feel like a weigh a ton, rather than floating away, I am stuck on the couch. I remember at the end of a long day of backpacking, I would shed the pack, don my old moccasins and absolutely flit and fly around the campsite in spite of my trail weariness. Yes, go to Conundrum and pack in yummy foods and other snackies!
Oh, my beautiful birdmother… don't fly away just yet. And I love that image of you as some brilliantly cheeky Sisyphus. Aren't we humans supposed to carry rocks up mountains?