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Making Distractions

Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man.  It happens to nearly everyone.  You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite.  It is a feeling in the stomach, a delight of the nerves, of the forearms.  The skin tastes the air, and every deep-drawn breath is sweet.  Its beginning has the pleasure of a great stretching yawn;  it flashes in the brain and the whole world glows outside your eyes.  A man may have lived all of his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber.  The events, even the important ones, may have trooped by faceless and pale.  And then – the glory – so that a cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of the earth rises chanting to his nose, and dappling light under a tree blesses his eyes.

Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished.  And I guess a man’s importance in the world can be measured by the quality and number of his glories.  It is a lonely thing but it  relates us to the world.  It is the mother of all creativeness, and it sets each man separate from all other men.

John Steinbeck  East of Eden

Tom, the third son, was most like his father.  He was born in fury and he lived in lightning.  Tom came headlong into life.  He was a giant in joy and enthusiasms.  He didn’t discover the world and its people, he created them.  When he read his father’s books, he was the first.  He lived in a world shining and fresh and as uninspected as Eden on the sixth day.  His mind plunged like a colt in a happy pasture, and when later the world put up fences he plunged against the wire, and when the final stockade surrounded him, he plunged right through it and out.  And as he was capable of giant joy, so did he harbor huge sorrow, so that when his dog died the world ended.

John Steinbeck East of Eden

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What passages!  What more can I say?  These are the things I want to say and Steinbeck just says them so perfectly.  These are my deepest inclinations.  I have immersed myself in making, loosing doubts and fears in the act of creating.  No direct goals, no real intent, just the act of pushing something inside me to the outside.

Ready to fill up again no doubt!

 

 

Run for Shelter

Somebody keeps pouring puppies right under my feet EVERYWHERE I go!!  They are on the loose!  They can escape out of anywhere!  Some of them dig and some climb but they all see an open gate and literally pour through the opening in lightening quick time!  For creatures so small they have an impressive turn of speed already!

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They have found a boat!  This morning they had 2 in the boat and 4 dragging it round!!  They invent incredible games with so much vigor and enthusiasm.

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This afternoon I thought if I let them all pour out of their pen into the garden to have the run of the place they would get tired and we would get some peace and quiet! 

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Not such a great idea.

The only worn out ones are the people of the house and the big dogs.  ALL of us were terrorized into fleeing and climbing for peace.  4 dogs elevated to sofas begging to be let out of the garden into the furthest recesses of the house (not far) and 2 adults sitting cross legged on the kitchen table earnestly planning the next tactical move.  Planning to get from one side of the kitchen to the other now requires the training of the secret service and military precision with diversions in place.  It takes 2 – 3 adults to make a coffee now and as for loading the washing machine, well…..

Answers on a postcard if there are any bright ideas (if we ever get to picking the mail up first that is)!

Well its not raining at least!!

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Butter wouldn’t melt !!!

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