--- In [email protected], TurquoiseB <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > --- In [email protected], Duveyoung <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > Turk, > > > > Nice piece, dude. Felt inside your brain. > > I can only hope that this was a pleasurable > experience. It's sometimes a bit trying for me. :-) > > > And for good reason: yesterday I made a decision to move also. > > > > Synchrony between me and you, go figure. > > Doo de doo doo... (Twilight Zone theme). Cool. > > > I live on a lake, and from my office window, for three years > > now, 15 feet from the water, each day I see the sun and moon > > kiss a mountain on the other side of the lake. > > Another synchronicity. I once lived on a private > lake in Pound Ridge, NY. Only five houses on the > lake, and me with a canoe. Great place to meditate, > in a canoe, in the middle of the lake. > > > I've had over 60 species of animals play in my small cove > > where the wind sings to the water and leaves. > > > > Morning slanting rays color the scene as if Maxfield Parrish > > was God. > > Lovely. I'm a Maxfield Parrish time of day person > myself. He really had a feel for light. > > > And yet, I'm leaving. > > And I understand. > > > I've seen blue herons stabbing foot long fish and gulping > > them down snake lithe throats, seen musk rats fucking like > > gonzo vibrators, seen twelve turtles sunning on one log, > > seen a hawk swoop down like Dracula on a mourning dove, in > > one moment seen red wing blackbirds harrying crows harrying > > eagles harrying ospreys for their still writhing talon-viced > > prey, seen seen an island raft of white pelicans sleeping > > on the water the day after tens of thousands of them > > disappeared in a Canadian blink, seen wavefronts of geese > > honking south and north, seen trees along the shore bending, > > stooping, groaning to the lash of driven rain. And, once, > > just once, the winter broke for a week, and as the three > > inch thick ice was piled up on the shore like blown > > leaves, waves clanged the hunks into each other to produce > > a hypnotic chorus of deep marimba chiming. > > Lovely again. > > > And I'm leaving. > > And I still understand. For me it was triggered > a couple of months ago by a phrase used by one > of my favorite writers, humorist Christopher > Moore. In one of his public performances he was > asked by a fan why he was selling his house on > Kauai and moving back to San Francicso. He said, > "Living on Kauai is like dating a supermodel. > It's really great, but one morning you wake up > and you realize that the thing you want to have > most is a conversation." > > Bingo. > > That set off mental light bulbs flashing on and > off over my head, like in a Crumb cartoon. That > was the thing I craved most...more good conver- > sations. > > > I'm going to a place where I can have more society, more > > opportunities, more venues. Gunna expand a bit. See how > > it fits to drape my spirit with a city. > > Synchronicity. My new apartment may have a very > silent garden, but it ten steps away from my > favorite WiFi sidewalk cafe, and 50 steps away > from Sitges' nightclub area. Walk 100 more steps, > and your toes are in the Mediterranean. > > I'm going there primarily because of the cafe > society, and the level of *conversation* that the > people who live there are used to having. It's > really neat, and I hope to explore it thoroughly. > > > Paradise, but even the angels want to incarnate as meat > > puppets when claustrophobic heaven becomes merely the > > "spiritual boondocks," so, like a truant angel, I'm > > biting that apple, grabbing a fig leaf -- gunna > > boggie again. > > > > You in your garden being taught by silent flowers, me > > looking for a place to till the social soil and plant > > a me. > > I'll be pretty social, too. We'll just have to > see what grows. We've both got the fertilizer > thing down pat :-), so now all that remains to > be seen is what kind of seeds get planted. > > > Might get a silent flower to grow. We'll compare notes, eh? > > Indeed. May your journey be a happy one, filled > with heavenly conversations with the other fallen > angels. > Careful Turq, sounds like we may hear wedding bells before too long :-) And possibly from Edg too...
Seriously, I can completely relate to the garden within the city that attracted you to the apartment in the town on the Spanish coast. Though a bit further to the water, and not quite the cafe society outside our door, here in Santa Clara, we live in a very busy area, which is great for convenience, in a neighborhood of modest looking homes. What is unique about our small pocket neighborhood of about eight blocks are the backyards, with each house having a considerable oasis in the midst of all the hustle and bustle. People when they see our backyard often exclaim that it is park-like, with the lawns, large trees, fruit trees, shrubs, songbirds and flowers creating an ambience completely unlike that of the busy city just one block away. A more detailed description would not do it justice, though suffice to say, I know something of the feeling you are attracted to by that magical combination of silent natural beauty surrounded by the town. Sounds like a great decision on your part. Now, you just must watch out for the beautiful wandering woman who has moved to the Spanish coast for the same reasons you did...
