I see the amphitheater at Epidaurus, the toppled columns, the winter sun; I see the steam rising from the pools at Breitenbush. All this, and a spider running along the edge of a leaf, and a wet hand print fading from the rock as I watched it. It all seemed important at the time.
— Dale
I love Breitenbush!
If it seemed important, it WAS important.
...and a Joyful Solstice season!
Concerning importance, seeming or otherwise, I don’t think the quoted paragraph from Dale makes nearly as much sense by itself as it does in the context of the one before it:
“The truth of the matter is that I am wholly imaginary, both my honors and my failings: I hold the Order of the Pink Jacket, a wedding ring, a license to practice massage in the State of Oregon, and a diploma styling me magister philosophiae: but I am a small mammal in a huge tumbled landscape, breathing roughly in the cold thin air, my ribs rising and falling, my pulse visible in my belly. I’m frightened of shadows falling from the sky and of sudden gleams in the thicket. I cock my head for the sound of water, but only hear the wind.”
Thanks for directing me there, Chris.
Moments of imagination, wonder, and discovery. We should all be so lucky as to notice these times. Thanks.
This is totally off-topic but I saw a Zeke dog today, right down my very own block. The resemblance was so striking… This canid had apparently wandered a few doors away from his house and was being led back again - quite unZekelike - but he was an incredibly handsome dog so true to his kin in that regard. I didn’t get a chance to talk to them to see if this is their dog or a guest. I will have to find out.
Which brought a tear to my eye thinking about Zeke. It’s been too long since your Zeke and our Chris and a thousand other great dogs walked the earth with us. Tonight, I am raising a toast to them all.
Natalie
I don’t think that’s off-topic at all, Natalie.