Sharing the Gathering

Adriane - thank you for sharing this gathered knowledge. All of this varied writing is utterly fascinating, as is the sketch. There is so much substance here and your questions, your questing runs down many roads that my thought also travels . . . the mysteries of life, death and everything between, our astounding ignorance of our own power, the root and kernel of the spoiled soup.

I was struck in the dream sequence by the fact that you are breathing a substance that is not air, or water. This is a recurring dream of mine and the substance changes, it isn’t always the same. It is strange that I have not read much that deals with this phenomenon . . . except of course for Dr. Seuss (who was a genius) and the Oobleck. And that wasn’t something that was being breathed, just a ‘different’ substance.

I hope you are not offended by this, but part of this dream brought back vividly a song from my childhood. It was about two estranged Native lovers who swim across a river to meet and, of course, go down as soon as they touch. It was an important song, the first that I ever turned the radio on and waited to hear. I guess it was probably terribly poppy, but it did have a strong drumming, chanting, beat. I’ve just Googled it. “Running Bear” Johnny Preston, 1959. Sappy, oh, yes. But I was all of seven and didn’t know it, I just felt the deep beat and the pushing rhythm and was struck blind by the beautiful, hopelessness of lost love. Alas! At seven. Veiled presence is sometimes a terrible thing. I was never comforted or distracted by the assertion that “they will always be together in the Happy Hunting Ground.” Interesting that you and your beloved were not lost, but were returned to a world where you had to exist as two separate beings again. A fate worse than? When you have experienced wholeness? This merging of matter, it is what we are always after, isn’t it?

Sorry to be so long winded, but finally, as always, art has sent me to art. A cloud study I did some time ago, titled Yoni Wings.