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Wednesday, February 6, 2013

ice walkers


 
 


 

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    1. michael! you would know such crisp and cold experiences from your travels, wouldn't you!

      xo
      erin

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  2. Everything here begs an answer:

    The distance...
    So much space...
    Do we know that we are this small?
    How far do we have to stand to have this perspective?

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    1. many questions can be born in this kind of environment, and conversely all questions might become extinguished. how ask anything but rather, move, do the work of living, and be.

      do we know that we are this small? i don't know. do we know? always when i think i might have a bit of an idea and think that i am standing upon a pin prick of truth, i fall off what has really been as thick as a wall. it seems there can never be enough humility toward our true size.

      xo
      erin

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  3. The vastness will let me fall without having to come up again...won't it ?

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    1. manik, the vastness will allow you to do whatever it is you need to do, and it might call you to do things you've never considered.)))

      (i'm listening, hoping it calls me.)

      xo
      erin

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  4. the two small figures are nearly lost in this immensity ... and yet, the gaze, the attention, is irresistibly drawn to linger upon them ... this is drama, the smallness of the self measured against the vastness of the world but still a center, a focus, a point of view for all experience, inescapably so ...

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    1. this is so! i nearly forgot! i couldn't help but be drawn to them. did i jump out of the car and run to each empty lake, each void? no. but these two figures called me, as did the farmer crossing the field, the black cows, the crow! this is so important. it is, as you say, the drama, the importance of story. it is as though (and i must remember this) a fissure is torn in the void and each human being is possibility itself.

      xo
      erin

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    1. ollie, ya, eh? :))))

      but sadly i hang my head and remember that now too often it is a couple guys on their quad or snow machine (once ski-doo, remember?) bombing across the ice, or worse, open water. i like these two guys and their methods much more.

      xo
      erin

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