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June 09, 2005

It's not really MY rock anyway (update)

I just couldn't wait to share this story with you from Pure Land Mountain.

And then speaking of Crumb over at Sandhill Trek, I remembered this post card I adore. My son once sent it to me and it reminds me of him so much.

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Last night I dreamt that I asked you why you were so angry with me. You said, "It's since the dissertation." I told you how I feel. I raged and cried and wept some more and then miraculously, beautifully, you held me tight with warm, strong, safe, accepting arms, and said, "It's okay, Tamar, it's always going to be okay."

I awoke and wanted to run and e-mail it to you but at once remembered:

It was just a dream and you and I don't believe in miracles.

Besides, it is all within me.

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5130950_8d431623f9 And, speaking of dreams on the same day, Blogging in Paris ...

H   old fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow

Langston Hughes

And, please check out fp's fantastic story in the comments here.

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A feeling post... the phrase makes me think of listening post. Ah well. here's a little story it reminded me of:

When I was a young man I took off my clothes in the Sierras and marched off with fishing rod in hand... okay, I left on my hiking boots but otherwise was clad only in air. returning to the campsite later I saw I had visitors. They weren't the biggest bears, probably only a few years old, but standing there in my hiking boots I felt vulnerable. The powerlessness was soon replaced with a testosterone/adrenaline cocktail, and I hooted and made monkey noises and the bears left, but not before they had opened each packet of hot chocolate and licked away the powdered contents.

Great story, fp. Thanks for the link Tamar. And don't let your dreams die :)

Claude: let us all dream on!

fp: Oh God - I just love this story. I try to imagine it and it is truly fantastic!

Oh God, I love that R. Crumb postcard so much.

It reminds me a little bit of the opening scene from THE KNOWN WORLD (which is all I've read of it).

Tamar, your blog is getting more and more mysterious and better and better. It's like my post on Things Unseen ( http://ambivablog.typepad.com/ambivablog/2005/06/things_unseen_.html ): the less you show, the more we see.

Amba: Thank you. Ah mystery!

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