for Torman
These were my dreams.
I wanted to climb mountains, to rappel, to fly, to raft, to travel by way of backpacking the green of other countries, to live in a cabin, to create a free verse card company, to write.
For awhile I wanted to garden year round, to bake bread weekly, to bear children in a natural environment and to nurse them at my breast, to sing a hush-a-by lullaby when needed, to light oil lamps nightly, and to write.
There came a time I wanted to be a lover. To sing Merle Haggard and drink on lonely nights with abandon. To fish well with trappers and to camp under stars in the dense forests. I wanted to bathe in streams, and trek in morning light. I wanted to spend Sunday mornings in bed, and eat blackberries freshly picked and drenched in sweet cream.
Later I wanted Alaska. All of it. I wanted to hear the voices and see the towns. I wanted to ride on the waters and cast my eyes upon snow-capped mountains. I wanted to live in a miner's camp and teach in a small school. I wanted time there. More time.
Today I want to live light and free of possession or ownership. I want to hear strings, burn wood in winter, and wear Merino wool socks. I want to pick sweet corn, to dry apples, and to watch Muscovy Ducks at the creek's edge. I want to sit on a cabin porch, hold grands, and script verse on a page with ease.
Tomorrow I want to be a tree, to spread my limbs and to sway in four seasons. I want to bud and shadow and to shade, to color each fall with glory, and to green yet again. I want to reach and bend and age near a river where roots run a bank and whisper words when dry leaves fall and crackle and trickle lightly down a stream.
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Ashley Holt
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http://open.salon.com/blog/placebostudman/2010/04/14/dreams-then_and_now_tormans_open_call
What a beautiful life you have.
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Beautifully expressed dreams of past, present and future.
and on that post, i said what scupper wrote was like a painting. so you can steal that one from me for next time, OK? ;;;
to go from past dreams, to present ones, to being a tree, wow
sorry i have no better words
this is why i read, and why someone like you is the writer
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