Category: Writers Block
Had the anticipated day really finally arrived and would this day signal the Finnish of one endeavor and yet really only the signaling of aBeginning aNU… or maybe more so simply living, a continuing onward… So many questions and such a lovliness to this dawn not breaking for all was nyob zoo, sweet nyob zoo for it was as though magnetic to latching onwards to growth personal in ways not quite experienced before ..somewhat perhaps and yet freshly alive. Gentle cooling gusts of the Zephyrs were sailing in and through the echoing peaks of the mountainous region. K-2 was so close it somehow could be tasted and of all persons…perhaps the mind was failing for the aire so vastly differing from that of when in close proximity to planet earth…but could it be…?????
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……and of all persons it seemed totally ridiculous and yet could it be that already aTop the Mountain of K the 2 of 2the thousand Posts was one standing with arm outstretched beckoning to come up hither..?????
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…This is total absurdity I kept telling me self…and even in that.. eh? well…time to get a move on…now, Where is THAT Elevator…?? I know it being around here someplace. Been in this cave and up and through climbing for many a long and tiring day, never minding the nights… the nights a mystery remain and then only to rest shivering with a cold and so hungry that even a B**R might seem a wee bit tasty…. Never mind THAT thot…!!! for NOT that desperate to go a eating that which is totally forbidden to my spirit don’t you know.. hmmm now… Hmmm those B**rs…not the Polar kind rather those those despicable ones that are as those wolves who have over taken lambs and in clothing bestowed to ravage and destroy all that Goodness has Provided… such a twisted lot those, well, some of those B**rs… How they ever find rest to their souls I do not know…
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Well now getting all this gear gathered together and…oh if I don’t find a little card all tucked away floating out from beneath my pillow stashed within my cozy comfie sleeping bag that has weathered the Storms of this Climb ..with words so faint from ever the handling of the card and yet etched within the head and heart, the soul, the spirit, the inner goodness now don’t you be a knowin’… ah these words ..One time more I shall read them on this side for not till other side when up and over the Mount K of 2 shall I this little card hold so tender…
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The little card with still the edges of gold leaf remaining, well a hint anyhows…Just to think, to be a ponderin’ upon leaves of gold in bloomin’ radiance in the midst of deepening snows… Yes, Climbing upwards one finds oft times in the search ~ wisdom as though edged in gold…kinda liken to the Gold and Frankincense and Mirth that Wise Men from long long ago carried with them as they so ventured, following that one special star of the east or so the Story goes…
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What!?!?!?! Did I hear my fellow climbers bellowing forth…the Elevator is CLOSED!! This time of the year!!! Why that is not right… more so totally wrong don’t cha know… Well that simply calls for another cup of frothy cappunico and I do intend to say eXXXtra Frothy!!! Why the nerve of…closing off the elevator… heads will roll over this one I am a tellin’ ya… Why just wait till I get me down to planet earth once again… I shall take this to the Commissioner of Affairs Pending Justice!
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First things first though as me little worn card once again is brought forth to memory beholding… on one side the card: Zechariah Chapter 4: verses one though fourteen with one-part of two verses in particular highlited on Ze~back side reading… “4:6… Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the Lord of hosts.4:7 Who art thou, O great mountain?...”
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THEN it is that LiGhTeNI’n’n’n’g BOLT’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’SS and THUNDER R‘or’or’or’s when ZaP ZiGgY Zap ~~>NU<~~ vitalizing EnErGy is released and up we are off and venturing… **Can’t do otherwise for glacierous roxks are beginning to splinter…such a shaking and a rumbling… A breaking forth creavase holds contained within…Ah! Now, fo’sur, fo’ sur me mind is well… just lQQkie for yourself for Ahhh there be a Dragon Divine contained with nostrils breathing…breathing… forth FIRE!!!
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More and more LiGhTeNI’n’n’n’g BOLT’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’SS coming fast and faster now… crashing Thunderous LiGhTeNI’n’n’n’g BOLT’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’SS again and again LiGhTeNI’n’n’n’g BOLT’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’SS LiGhTeNI’n’n’n’g BOLT’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’SS LiGhTeNI’n’n’n’g BOLT’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’SS LiGhTeNI’n’n’n’g BOLT’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’SS crashing and banging bumping and thumping roaring and screeching sCiTtErInG and a ScApErInG too in all directions giving head to pound as blood takes a rush and over in Skye now soars in flight magnificient…
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…can it be those Creatures so lovely are soaring give I question to my mind… and a gentle laughter so known and not heard for many a moon in the months that have lapsed one upon the other is heard… Oh my precious-Seagull… I give whisper of… so Thankful within my spirit that once again ,,, that once again…so taken by it all I simply rest in lingering peacefulness in the midst of the ongoing and continuous LiGhTeNI’n’n’n’g BOLT’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’Z’SS as The Laughing Seagull in graceful swoops finally lands atop a sign carved into wood appearing to be that of Cherry…The sign simply reading, “Eocene.”
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…. So many questions and then it is that One of our Climbing Fellowship steps forth, proclaiming.. The name Eocene comes from the Greek eos (dawn) and ceno (new) and refers to the "dawn" of modern ('new') ….
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#12) Taking a couple more steps and there he is… Of all the ones to greet our Climber’s Party is none other than The Broadcaster…THE Howard Stern… who with welcoming motions gives us to find our way to park benches sheltered in a half circled igloo covered in lushious thriving vines of roses intertwined with gentle violets, … with who of all serving beverages except it be IGNOR!!!!!!!!!!… Going through my rucksack, locating by touch the bottle of perfume, Raffine, that always drove him ever close to me, giving guardian comfort and Mmmm so sweet to once again meet up with Ignor…dear dear Ignor… Luv Ya Babes!
Connie ~ Grace