just quickly - as I want to remember the image...
had extensive dreams - about Zoe, just exactly her dear self, and Patrick (looking intensively, as he might, for wainscotting in the basement before I left) - but later (because I was worried about meeting my Drawing class in the morning in the rain, I think) I dreamt about trying to meet my students at "The Country Next to China". I was in a hurry to get there and circumnavigated most of a small (say 3 mile wide) globe. When I was nearing The Country Next to China and I began to lose my grip. The country peeled up a bit like paper and I was grabbing onto the larger letters of its name but lost my grip and fell into The See Below. It was smooth, blue water. I was fine. The falling was significant. But kind-of fun.
But why this surety that it was the "See Below"... What followed? Looking for wainscotting?? Maybe that came after? I'm a bit confused, but did feel quite okay falling off the map.
Perhaps that's direction enough for the time being.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
decio
a name from the past, to be sure.
I just saw your comment here but don't know if you'll check back and don't know how to contact you. (I never look for comments as .. well, I never get any and I assume this is a place just to jot notes where I can always access them). Anyway, was surprised to see your name.
I remember you but just barely. I think we met once, perhaps twice. So long ago.
I would be happy to talk with you about my sister though I find it the saddest of all stories; we are all simply devastated by her absence.
Perhaps if you send an email I can tell you more. I'm sure she would have been glad to know you'd been thinking of her. I hope you're well.
- Laura
I just saw your comment here but don't know if you'll check back and don't know how to contact you. (I never look for comments as .. well, I never get any and I assume this is a place just to jot notes where I can always access them). Anyway, was surprised to see your name.
I remember you but just barely. I think we met once, perhaps twice. So long ago.
I would be happy to talk with you about my sister though I find it the saddest of all stories; we are all simply devastated by her absence.
Perhaps if you send an email I can tell you more. I'm sure she would have been glad to know you'd been thinking of her. I hope you're well.
- Laura
blisters
dancing blisters!
- as clear a sign of improvement as my unmanicured, paint-under-the-fingernails hands and the afternoon fire that is just catching now in my fireplace.
a beautiful walk by the river this morning. misty. golden. smelling of autumn and river dust (my favorite). a tiny sense of homecoming.
the bird so big I thought it was a fisherman. five slow wingflaps - six, seven feet across - just skimming the water before it disappeared into the lifting mists of my gratitude.
time now for a hot bath and early preparations for my list of thanks.
(will rent a cabin for thanksgiving near the big trees) that too feels right.
hope so.
anyway. little glimmers of light.
- as clear a sign of improvement as my unmanicured, paint-under-the-fingernails hands and the afternoon fire that is just catching now in my fireplace.
a beautiful walk by the river this morning. misty. golden. smelling of autumn and river dust (my favorite). a tiny sense of homecoming.
the bird so big I thought it was a fisherman. five slow wingflaps - six, seven feet across - just skimming the water before it disappeared into the lifting mists of my gratitude.
time now for a hot bath and early preparations for my list of thanks.
(will rent a cabin for thanksgiving near the big trees) that too feels right.
hope so.
anyway. little glimmers of light.
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