SA,
Yeah, that's it more or less. Well, except that if it ever gets cold enough
for ice to form here, there is some seriously bad shit going down. That and
I hate to go outside; skin cancer by day, blood sucking critters at night.
Then there is the 20 mile hike to the nearest creek which in these parts is
known as water front property and more likely than not fenced and gated.
I think what I was shooting for was a looser taxonomy than the one so many
here have so much effort invested in. Defining the Tao as "Quality" is the
Taoist equivalent to blasphemy. Naming the ten thousand things and setting
them into piles is arbitrary at best and contentious at worst. In either
case nothing to get in a snit over.
Basically there is Shit, Good Shit, Bad Shit and all else is steam rising
from the heaps on one of your frosty mornings. You can arrange the piles
however you like but when it comes to the steam, I suggest shallow breaths.
Krimel
[SA]
This is the second time I've read this, thanks for
reposting this Marsha. This is how I see what Case
wrote. These are the patterns that emerged with me as
follows:
I went on an overnight walk and only brought a
blanket and a lighter. It was during the cold season
some time during the year (years ago). I wandered off
the trail looking to camp for the night, I settled
upon the rocky, sandy shoreline of a creek. I would
be in the open, near the bubbling creek, and as long
as I would have a fire, warmth would be available. I
gathered wood and dried leaves. I found a fallen tree
along the shoreline were I could sleep up next to, to
protect me from any wind and air stirred from the
passing creek. I went to light the dried leaves...
chiss,.. chiss... the lighter wouldn't work. It
worked before I left, but now it wouldn't work.
Sunlight was disappearing. I tried over and over
again.
Well, sleeping near a warm fire, listening to the
musical creek, and sitting around before I would fall
asleep for the night - all disappeared. Deer came
down to the creek on the other side, but I was moving
around. I was getting cold - fast. I went up into
the woods where many sycamore trees grew. Their
leaves are big and have fallen in abundance. I layed
down, put the blanket over me, and reached out
gathering leaves over me into a pile that completely
covered me. In short time, I became hot enough that I
kept my face exposed the whole night. When I awoke at
first light I walked down to the creek. Overnight ice
formed almost completely across the creek, except in
the narrow, deeper, faster flowing channel.
The lighter wouldn't work - shit happens, so
improvise.
Thanks Case.
woods,
SA
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