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Saturday, April 30, 2011
Dear Friend,
There's not a day going by that I don't think of you. Although, for a while, your voice in my mind had gone quiet. T sent me a photo and I thought it might be one of the night we spent at the bent of the river, sitting outside the tents rather than sleeping off the day of hiking, enjoying the company, the stars, the moment. Alas, it was a picture of flowers carefully arranged next to the road. Flowers in all rainbow-colors before the backdrop of crushed underbrush and a mangled tree. How well I remember the road, riding it with you with the top down, the wind in our hair and the radio telling us which song to sing.
I dreamed of you last night. I was sitting in the grass at the edge of the woods. You were stretched out, with your head in my lap, my hand in your hair. You turned your head, a lazy smile on your face, reaching up. Those are the pictures that are worth keeping, the laughter and singing while driving down that winding road, the languid quiet and oh, so sweet moments. Not some rainbow flowers slowly wilting away as cars rush by.
Thank you so much for coming back to me, even if it's only in my dreams.
Be well, my friend, wherever you are ...
I dreamed of you last night. I was sitting in the grass at the edge of the woods. You were stretched out, with your head in my lap, my hand in your hair. You turned your head, a lazy smile on your face, reaching up. Those are the pictures that are worth keeping, the laughter and singing while driving down that winding road, the languid quiet and oh, so sweet moments. Not some rainbow flowers slowly wilting away as cars rush by.
Thank you so much for coming back to me, even if it's only in my dreams.
Be well, my friend, wherever you are ...
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Dear Friend,
Today I awoke to the sound of your voice, your cheery: "Rise and smile, kiddo!"
Obviously, you still deny that the change to daylight saving time has me jet-lagged for the better part of the year. With the change just having been made last weekend, my inner clock still is confused. Being in my mind you should, at the least, suffer with me. But waking up with your voice in my ears, I did smile, and with that smile on my face, I turned around, snuggled deeper under the covers and successfully avoided moving on to the "rise" part of the day, enjoying the opportunity to stay in bed. It is, after all, weekend!
So much has happened in the world, and yet, so little has changed in the micro-cosmos that is my life. Following news about the catastrophe in Japan has me roaming the internet, and channel surfing on the TV, whenever I find the time. So many souls taken by mother earth, and so many more endangered by mankind's "progress" which, in essence, seems to be incapable of a peaceful coexistence with nature. Reports about the Fukushima power plant remind me of an exercise in nuclear chemistry: the minute by minute analysis of what happened in Chernobyl, what went wrong, what needed doing, what was or was not done, and what were the consequences ... . I don't exactly recall how many errors were made, how many things could have been done to avert the final outcome. But I do recall that it was a series of errors in judgment that spanned a considerable amount of time until the outcome could no longer be averted. There was much to be learned and, from what little there is to be found in pertinent information in the public records right now, it seems that those on charge of the power plant did, and still do, the best they can to limit the consequences as far as possible. Still, the extent of the consequences is yet to be determined.
If you were here, we would probably be butting heads again, trying to find common ground in the discussion about whether progress is learning to master nature or, rather, is learning to live with it. Having that discussion with you in my mind just isn't the same ... . Nonetheless, come tonight when I sit down with a glass of wine, I will try to figure it out. I trust you'll be there to help and to keep me from being "blind to all but my opinion" - wasn't that how you put it? It's in moments like this that missing you wants to take over. Keep waking me in the morning, please. Keep reminding me there's good and laughter and reasons to rise and smile.
And most of all, be well, my friend!
Obviously, you still deny that the change to daylight saving time has me jet-lagged for the better part of the year. With the change just having been made last weekend, my inner clock still is confused. Being in my mind you should, at the least, suffer with me. But waking up with your voice in my ears, I did smile, and with that smile on my face, I turned around, snuggled deeper under the covers and successfully avoided moving on to the "rise" part of the day, enjoying the opportunity to stay in bed. It is, after all, weekend!
So much has happened in the world, and yet, so little has changed in the micro-cosmos that is my life. Following news about the catastrophe in Japan has me roaming the internet, and channel surfing on the TV, whenever I find the time. So many souls taken by mother earth, and so many more endangered by mankind's "progress" which, in essence, seems to be incapable of a peaceful coexistence with nature. Reports about the Fukushima power plant remind me of an exercise in nuclear chemistry: the minute by minute analysis of what happened in Chernobyl, what went wrong, what needed doing, what was or was not done, and what were the consequences ... . I don't exactly recall how many errors were made, how many things could have been done to avert the final outcome. But I do recall that it was a series of errors in judgment that spanned a considerable amount of time until the outcome could no longer be averted. There was much to be learned and, from what little there is to be found in pertinent information in the public records right now, it seems that those on charge of the power plant did, and still do, the best they can to limit the consequences as far as possible. Still, the extent of the consequences is yet to be determined.
If you were here, we would probably be butting heads again, trying to find common ground in the discussion about whether progress is learning to master nature or, rather, is learning to live with it. Having that discussion with you in my mind just isn't the same ... . Nonetheless, come tonight when I sit down with a glass of wine, I will try to figure it out. I trust you'll be there to help and to keep me from being "blind to all but my opinion" - wasn't that how you put it? It's in moments like this that missing you wants to take over. Keep waking me in the morning, please. Keep reminding me there's good and laughter and reasons to rise and smile.
And most of all, be well, my friend!
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Dear Friend,
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