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heavy things
Apr. 23rd, 2002 11:06 pmMy mind is full and zippy tonight, overflowing with thoughts.
But I've been thinking about my affinity for heavy things.
Particularly stone, in all its incarnations.
I was musing that I need to buy a stone egg, one of those wonderfully heavy hand-sized ones. Then I realized that I have two of them already, but I never let them out from their boxes after moving into this apartment.
I moved into this apartment two YEARS ago.
Similarly, one of my anchors is still packed. This particular anchor is a very round and heavy stone, about two pounds or more in weight. I pried it from the red clay road that belonged to my grandfather. It was a few days after he died, and the grounds were to be sold to a young family I didn't know at all. So I dug the stone out of the ground, and put 18 years of memories into it, and put it in the car. Then I walked down to the beach and back up to the pine grove.
I suspect that there are about a hundred important stones that need to be released from closet bondage, and I've made myself curious, in thinking about them, as to what else I've almost forgotten.
The week after exams, these rooms are undergoing a most thorough exploration.
But I've been thinking about my affinity for heavy things.
Particularly stone, in all its incarnations.
I was musing that I need to buy a stone egg, one of those wonderfully heavy hand-sized ones. Then I realized that I have two of them already, but I never let them out from their boxes after moving into this apartment.
I moved into this apartment two YEARS ago.
Similarly, one of my anchors is still packed. This particular anchor is a very round and heavy stone, about two pounds or more in weight. I pried it from the red clay road that belonged to my grandfather. It was a few days after he died, and the grounds were to be sold to a young family I didn't know at all. So I dug the stone out of the ground, and put 18 years of memories into it, and put it in the car. Then I walked down to the beach and back up to the pine grove.
I suspect that there are about a hundred important stones that need to be released from closet bondage, and I've made myself curious, in thinking about them, as to what else I've almost forgotten.
The week after exams, these rooms are undergoing a most thorough exploration.
