I love this fence. It’s made from the roots of trees that were cleared to make farms. It’s in the Finnish area of Old World Wisconsin. I wish I had photographed it earlier in the season before the roadside weeds grew so tall.
Tomorrow, I have a day off, and I’m looking forward to being able to spend some time with some issues that have surfaced (again) in my inner life. Grief is always there; I had another dream with Jim in it that made me wake in tears. Existential angst is there; today, I found myself embroidering “Alle Menschen ist der Grasse” on my sample cloth. And the differences between me and my partner Steve are always there. I had a vision of this a few days ago where I saw him as an archaeologist in a deep quest for something, sweeping away at an artifact to remove bits of dust and reveal some very important discovery. I saw myself as a widow who had lost everything, sitting among shards of broken glass, saying, “Oooh, sparkly!” to whichever bit caught her attention. To be honest, I attribute some of this mood to the hormonal cycle that still influences every month. However, cycles are natural, and to be brought back to a place of regular introspection is a good thing, I think. Anyway, I may have something more poetic and cohesive to say about the meaning of life….later.
HI Scilla, this was a really good post. I dream too, and can usually find a very plausible interpretation. Whatever they mean, I would wish you peace, and a good night’s sleep.
Sometimes my dreams seem almost like textbook examples of something…my husband appeared without flesh, simply clothes in his shape. I misquoted Brahms’s Requiem. It should be “Denn alles Fleisch es ist wie Gras”.
Hey Scilla..
Angst is a bastard!
However you deal I wish you well and hope that good days always outweight the bad.
I try hard to swim the shallows…pondering the meaning of life never seems to do me any good at all…
I like ‘Ooooh Sparkly’ more than I like introspection..
and I like the sparkly possibilities of ‘later’. Nothing wrong with later.
🙂
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HI Scilla, this was a really good post. I dream too, and can usually find a very plausible interpretation. Whatever they mean, I would wish you peace, and a good night’s sleep.
Sometimes my dreams seem almost like textbook examples of something…my husband appeared without flesh, simply clothes in his shape. I misquoted Brahms’s Requiem. It should be “Denn alles Fleisch es ist wie Gras”.
Viva la difference Scilla…. I am sorry for your grief and damn those hormonal cycles.. I am glad mine are gone !!
Change and “The Change” are inevitable. I just keep practicing the dance.
I send you my warmest thoughts..
Hoping the clouds lift soon, Scilla.
Thanks.
Best wishes to you, Scilla.
Thank you, Karen.
Hey Scilla..
Angst is a bastard!
However you deal I wish you well and hope that good days always outweight the bad.
I try hard to swim the shallows…pondering the meaning of life never seems to do me any good at all…
I like ‘Ooooh Sparkly’ more than I like introspection..
and I like the sparkly possibilities of ‘later’. Nothing wrong with later.
🙂
“After all, tomorrow is another day…”, right Scarlett?
Even if Tara burns down around you…..
🙂