[Marsha]
> I don't see SA as a babbling brook clogged with
> acorns either. He's
> just free not to be responsible for his words.
"...not to be responsible for his words." How?
Marsha why are you seemingly targeting me, about what?
[Marsha]
> The problem is mine. I want to talk about Lila,
Life, Love, Freedom, > the Feminine, DQ, chaos.
Anything I say will be incorrect.
Am I too plain-spoken? I said we can talk about
females. I went through a lengthy discussion as to
what specific females I routinely encounter and must
battle to hold my own spirit afloat. Now if I worked
on the boy units I would have much more to say about
them. And the boys, by the way, are at the placement
facility for a much different immoral reason - they
are sexual offenders. The stories I have about some
boys while they stay at this facility... the
predators, the prey, for seemingly love, for control,
etc...
[Marsha]
> It's too big and too small. It's too universal and
too
> personal. And
> because this seems to be a men's club, I lose, and
> that is a public type of loss.
Why are you questioning yourself so much here?
What's going on?
[Marsha]
> And I definitely cannot speak for all
> women. I'm
> pretty brave, but not THAT brave. Besides, I think
> the words would
> be irrational. I'd try to form a sentence and by
> the time I got to
> the end, the beginning would have disappeared. It
> would be easier to
> become a bee and dance it on the back of your hand.
Fear what? This thunderstorm that still lingers
here. The rain is falling hard, again.
[Marsha]
> so,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
> thanks to SA for trying and you for being kind, but
never mind.
Trying to talk with you? Trying what? I was
caught up in the conversation, not so much the person
on the other end of this conversation. This is why I
float back to the woods... the rain... the green
leaves... the canoeing and fishing, my wife, my son,
yes, as much as the dog hogs the bed at night, our
dog, too - stability in world of social change that
compared with the seasons is a pace passing us by.
When I went backpacking last week for two nights and
three days all by myself for the first time since
we've been married those three days seemed long. The
pace was slower. The events stretched not from flash
of screen or flash of conversation upon conversation,
paper work upon paperwork in which these latter two
happen at work so numerously and quickly that I can't
distribute all the information that comes to me - just
too much. Yet, in those woods those three days, time
slowed, the days were long, the nights were long. Not
in an uncomfortable way, but in an eventful way.
Butterflies were the most eventful moments - so many
butterflies all over the place. I'd watch them
flutter near the creek and each one on each its' own
way knew another one was near and as they came near
each other even if on opposite sides of the creek they
would come together and fly around each other. I'd
say checking each other out. Then they would circle
around each other a random number of times, and then
go on their original flying path. At times two would
be flying together, but each time, as the single
flyers, these two would mingle with another
passer-byer, circling and then all three would go back
upon their own way. These where the yellow, big
butterflies, can't remember what their called. All
day long, up and down the creek these butterfly events
would occur. That was a main event in the woods.
That was the main event showcasing itself that
probably within a couple days, a week, or so would
pass away for I've never seen that happen before,
so... I guess it usually does happen each year, but
for only a certain time and maybe each geographical
place has this event happen at slightly different
times in accord to when the butterflies, flying up
creek reach whatever is up creek, and those flying
down creek reach whatever is down creek.
I'm still waiting for the mayapples to fruit.
When this low, lying plant fruits gather them quick
for sometimes the window to gather these tasty fruits
is only a morning, a couple of days, and rarely a
week, the animals love them and they are eaten
quickly. When I do find them, after I know other
patches have been eaten weeks ago, other creatures
must'nt tread that exact location, at least regularly,
not very often, but I have a hard time believing no
creature walks by those places at all - so I feel
lucky to have found them and eat all within sight.
evening, and lookin' for those mayapples tomorrow,
SA
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