Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2002 10:04:48 -0700 (PDT)
Spencer Snippets: [Chihuly Exhibit]
"Well, tonight is Chihuly. I will try to find out if there are still tickets. I'll let you know before too late. I could run by and pick you up - and we could make it after rush hour is over. Still plenty of time - 8:30pm. Get there by 8:00 and still have the daylight to drive and look around. It's a beautiful place."
Tuesday, June 04, 2002
Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2002 10:04:48 -0700 (PDT)
Email to Spencer: [Snippets]
"Bengal Jewels in Standarton? Is the Eye of India one? The pieces of the puzzle are starting to fit together for me, a little. "
"Oh - the ozzners - I don't think it changes the meaning - it is not literal. I think it is just a "cat-word" symbolic of tones, sounds, (remember it was sung, and this makes it more song-like.) I thought maybe it referred to watchers. But, I've been giving it a lot of thought. I have been very aware of all the distractions in life. It said: "The ozzners are showing their ability to distract."
". . .And, I think that was a warning to get my act together. It came from the cat, too. If you think about the Sphinx - it guards the entrance to the tombs from the base of the Nile. Cats are the ultimate watchers. My cat sits like the Sphinx, at the foot of my bed, every night. As if watching, protecting, guarding against foes. . ."
Email to Spencer: [Snippets]
"Bengal Jewels in Standarton? Is the Eye of India one? The pieces of the puzzle are starting to fit together for me, a little. "
"Oh - the ozzners - I don't think it changes the meaning - it is not literal. I think it is just a "cat-word" symbolic of tones, sounds, (remember it was sung, and this makes it more song-like.) I thought maybe it referred to watchers. But, I've been giving it a lot of thought. I have been very aware of all the distractions in life. It said: "The ozzners are showing their ability to distract."
". . .And, I think that was a warning to get my act together. It came from the cat, too. If you think about the Sphinx - it guards the entrance to the tombs from the base of the Nile. Cats are the ultimate watchers. My cat sits like the Sphinx, at the foot of my bed, every night. As if watching, protecting, guarding against foes. . ."
Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2002 10:04:48 -0700 (PDT)
Email regarding the sketch I just mentioned:
Found a cool link in my email reminiscent of the dream - I was just writing my dream out - spoke of a Raphael-esque drawing I had made of my partner (?) and myself bathed in light from our Angels standing beside us, (as always they are there beside us) - I knew it was us, by the curly, scruffy hair, out of the 'Madonna' painting (Raphael) - we were looking up steps to an arena - the world was crowded upon, or into. All the people were very dark - made even darker by the intense shadows from our light - shining up the stairs. Light was so strong, it was like "shoving" its way thru the crowd. Very dramatic. I'll try to draw it, hard to describe. All in charcoal - great drama from shading effects which I luv. [I have that sketch saved in a small spiral sketch book.]
Email regarding the sketch I just mentioned:
Found a cool link in my email reminiscent of the dream - I was just writing my dream out - spoke of a Raphael-esque drawing I had made of my partner (?) and myself bathed in light from our Angels standing beside us, (as always they are there beside us) - I knew it was us, by the curly, scruffy hair, out of the 'Madonna' painting (Raphael) - we were looking up steps to an arena - the world was crowded upon, or into. All the people were very dark - made even darker by the intense shadows from our light - shining up the stairs. Light was so strong, it was like "shoving" its way thru the crowd. Very dramatic. I'll try to draw it, hard to describe. All in charcoal - great drama from shading effects which I luv. [I have that sketch saved in a small spiral sketch book.]
Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2002 10:04:48 -0700 (PDT)
Dream:
Someone had died in the family. My sister or I had to spend the night alone with the body while rest of family travelled somewhere. I didn't want to spend the night in mom's house with this body. (Might have been mother.) (She was one of messages on machine, when I awoke, this am, btw)
Then, I had fallen on hardship. Worried about having an old car I couldn't afford to replace. Also worried about my old coffee cup, and ashamed to have to keep using it.
A very nice man I knew from St.Elmo - used to be a fellow Tenor I sat by in our church choir - Bill Belden. Brother to the rich Belden Oil Family, there. He was so nice, he almost seemed a bit foolish. (I saw him at the funeral of my piano teacher, last May, and he always luvs to talk to me. Very nice man.)
Anyway, he wanted to give me his old coffee cup he didn't use, anymore. I think it was actually the car, tho. I just remember being saved by his gift. If that makes any sense. A wonderful "relieved" feeling from such a nice man. His family is extremely sweet - beautiful children, too.
Then, I was playing the organ - pedals and all. The rhythm was out of Sting's "I'll be wrapped around your finger" (Starts out with a line something about "always seeking knowledge," then "back in college", etc. that is the part I was playing. Sparkling dust was coming off the keys as I played. As if annointed. (I still play the organ for their church, sometimes - Easter, and special occasions.) I will always count that as one of my greatest joys, too.
Then, a very, very short lady walked thru the room - she was bitter and complaining about something. Maybe one of Bill's aunts or something. She was a relative, tho and belonged there. I had brought my portfolio to show them my new sketches. I wanted to give him one, to thank him. The little lady really liked them. She loved the one I described [in an earlier email, and I saved the actual sketch] of the light shining on the people. Then I woke up. Wild, eh? So clear with a plot, happy ending and everything!
Dream:
Someone had died in the family. My sister or I had to spend the night alone with the body while rest of family travelled somewhere. I didn't want to spend the night in mom's house with this body. (Might have been mother.) (She was one of messages on machine, when I awoke, this am, btw)
Then, I had fallen on hardship. Worried about having an old car I couldn't afford to replace. Also worried about my old coffee cup, and ashamed to have to keep using it.
A very nice man I knew from St.Elmo - used to be a fellow Tenor I sat by in our church choir - Bill Belden. Brother to the rich Belden Oil Family, there. He was so nice, he almost seemed a bit foolish. (I saw him at the funeral of my piano teacher, last May, and he always luvs to talk to me. Very nice man.)
Anyway, he wanted to give me his old coffee cup he didn't use, anymore. I think it was actually the car, tho. I just remember being saved by his gift. If that makes any sense. A wonderful "relieved" feeling from such a nice man. His family is extremely sweet - beautiful children, too.
Then, I was playing the organ - pedals and all. The rhythm was out of Sting's "I'll be wrapped around your finger" (Starts out with a line something about "always seeking knowledge," then "back in college", etc. that is the part I was playing. Sparkling dust was coming off the keys as I played. As if annointed. (I still play the organ for their church, sometimes - Easter, and special occasions.) I will always count that as one of my greatest joys, too.
Then, a very, very short lady walked thru the room - she was bitter and complaining about something. Maybe one of Bill's aunts or something. She was a relative, tho and belonged there. I had brought my portfolio to show them my new sketches. I wanted to give him one, to thank him. The little lady really liked them. She loved the one I described [in an earlier email, and I saved the actual sketch] of the light shining on the people. Then I woke up. Wild, eh? So clear with a plot, happy ending and everything!
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