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some call it Mental Health days... it's been more like "making hay while the sun shines." since Wednesday, i've been on a quest to make real a lot of the plans that have only been daydreams. making real progress in etching out order in the wooded chaos, where mental effort can manifest into reality. when i awoke this morning, i was still in the middle of a dream... just downslope from where i've been working, where i grew up. years ago, the lot next to the field where i used to get filthy with my brother was storage for telephone poles. this dream was complete with the sensation of heat and humidity, as only Virginia can do, and the pungent fragrance of creosote: a fierce, piney, overpowering chemical twang that was the trademark of that patch of land. the feeling that i regained consciousness with was the poignant passing of time... it feels like centuries since i used to balance across the stacked poles, shoes sticking to the bubbling black muck that covered them. and here i still am. like the saying that's popular around here, "the apple didn't fall too far from the tree." physically, perhaps. mentally, it only returns in dreams. |
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