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Reflections on the weather

This morning it was raining hard and long and when it cleared it was fresh for a moment. And then the afternoon brought heavy black clouds.  The sky was hazy, dizzying, frenzied.  It was a day of many seasons all packed into one exploding burst of magentas, crimson reds, deep purples, little pieces flying around.  Why can’t it be like a smooth slide, silver and white, swirling up and out, with no obstacles to obstruct the journey?  At moments it’s cold and shivery and at others hot like a boiling fire at a campsite, crackling wood, smoke that begins in a small steady stream and then gets into the lungs and makes you heave. Of course no journey goes in a straight line, instead it zigs and zags, stops and starts; there is beauty to be found in the dark sheets of—a beauty to the delicate balance of the many seasons colliding and what each has to offer, what each has to teach.  

Tomorrow’s forecast:  Partly cloudy with lots of sunshine breaking through.

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And so is life!

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Thank you for your comment

Thank you for your comment Abdel. Yes indeed; such is life.

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lovely, Rebecca. Thanks!

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Thank you very much for

Thank you very much for reading and for your comment, Thaisa.

It's an honor to meet you. When I looked at your bio page, I recognized your book, Finding Your Writer's Voice. I went to my bookshelf to see if my memory served me and there it was. I have been buying books for years--and many of the books get read in bits, some all the way through, some not past the introduction. Each book has a different calling and time. I think I may have purchased this one either when it first came out or shortly thereafter. Anyway, I thought it interesting that you dropped by at this particular time because when I write, I do try to listen for the music (and I especially heard it with this piece); when I read too, I will usually find the musicality in which I identify with the voice on the page and then that's how the words sing in my head as I'm reading. I will probably restart this book now; it looks as though I didn't read it all the way through. It looks like I left off on pg. 51, "Listening for the imposter." A lovely coincidence.

I noticed that one of your influences is Par Lagerkvist. It's not often I come across his name. I enjoyed The Dwarf very much, but my favorite was Barabbas, which moved me in a way I couldn't imagine. It's been a long while, but when I wept at those certain parts and the feelings associated with them never left me. And I came upon him quite by accident. I was in a small bookstore, saw the spine, picked it up, and thought it sounded interesting, and that's how I learned of Par Lagerkvist and I'm so very glad I did.

Again, it's a pleasure to meet you, Thaisa. Take care.

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Rebb, more sunny days are

Rebb, more sunny days are ahead of us. I've been very slow, but I read your blogs.

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Keiko, thanks for your

Keiko, thanks for your comment. No worries...Sometimes I move slow too. :)

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Hi Rebbecca--

I just found your comment. Thanks for what you said about the book. I haven't read Barabbas--and I will when I'm done with revisions of a novel coming out in May. When I was in Big Sur, I wandered into a bookstore and there was a man coordinating a literary event with a Swedish accent. I asked him of he knew Par Lagerqvist, and he told me that they had been neighbors, that he played with his son, and that he was really nice.

So glad to find a fellow Lagerqvist fan!

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Hi Thaisa, What a wonderful

Hi Thaisa, What a wonderful moment to treasure!

I'm sure you're very busy, but when you are done reading Barabbas in the distant future, I'd love to hear what you think of it--but only if it happens--like I said, no biggie if not; it's not like you need another thing on your plate :) Indeed, I am also glad to find a fellow Lagerqvist fan!