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There are symbolic gestures all around us--the world full of "signs"-- some intentional and others waiting to be opened by our inner dialogue with ideas, memories, culture and education. So much of what goes on in us is private dialogue.
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The nail above means different things to anyone; to a culture, a religion, depending on what's layered inside the mind and heart. There are personal and public ideas in us about everything.
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I stepped on three nails in one day while exploring the woods with my brother when age 7. To feel my way back into that moment the nail goes through the rubber soul of my sneaker and into my flesh. We don't always indulge in traveling into memories but with concentration we can almost "be" there again. Vividly, like a photograph opening into dimensional space that feels and thinks again. Can you spell what happens next ... Tetnus shot !
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Memory is divine.
The smallest gesture of one stranger moving past the lens of our senses (a tone of voice, a specific smell, an elegant motion of hand or neck; a color or fabric against the skin, slants of light--anything can suddenly open up rooms of powerful psychic content. So much art comes out of there. Don't you agree?
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Really don't know where I got this link, but "knowing how way leads on to way" as the poet Robert Frost says ... I should never find the path back to find or figure it out to say -- all your blogs seem alive, a tangled shifting window display of light and possible connection.
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