Sunday, July 1, 2001 * Rain!!! Yesterday it rained. Such a simple statement, but it was so wonderful. It rained the good rain. Thundered and lightninged and rained hard and steady. It was a nostalgic rain. Brought me back to a Saturday morning in Maine last summer arriving at a B&B. Heavy downpour and fresh smelling air. Sturdy inviting structure with large porch and swing - even rockers. Coffee brewing inside. I spent the day walking the little town leisurely visiting bookstores and giftshops, stopping for coffee, talking with shop owners. It was a strange feeling. I had found a sense of place. It's wrong for me not to go back this summer. But the choice has been made. I will go back - one day. Changing the subject, I spent a little time this weekend reading other journals on the web. Some were definitely interesting and I plan to return later and read more. Others were not my cup of tea. I'm sure that my journal affects the same. But reading through it seems that a good many of the journal writers are female. Why? Is it that the female is more inclined to share feelings? Possibly. It fits the generalization. But certainly there is a proliference of male writers - just not necessarily into journaling? And I may be all wrong here. Maybe it just so happened that most of the journals I looked into were written by women... One writer was mentioning something about a concept she'd read about that all women writers actually want to be men. I find this a hard concept to accept. As a child, I did enjoy being a tomboy. But that's because I didn't want to be restricted. In the 40's and 50's, you were suppose to wear dresses and be sweet. I wore jeans and pretended to be Roy Rogers - not Dale. But I would no more want to be a man than ... than... ? I don't know what? Women know secrets. Women know magic. Women hold the keys... and are willing to share them... Sometimes (especially after reading Harry Potter) I think I must be a witch or a wizard or a faerie sprite that has taken on human form. The world is alive with magic. I know there are things above and beyond the human realm, but am not developed enough to access them. I'm not speaking of religion here - though religion is a medium that works for many. And I'm definitely not speaking of anything dark. It's of that transparent veil of reality that hangs between realms or worlds or demensions that I speak. The place that some see, some know is there, and some scoff at. Can't actually explain it well. But I believe that it's from there that Magic comes... and miracles and all things the mind or heart imagines. I wrote an essay, "I Believe in Magic" a while back. It states my philosophy pretty well. Guess the rain has made me nostalgic and philosophic. Something about it makes me want to dance outside in it arms outstretched and head back amid the pouring and the thunder . I want to glow with the magic of the earth and all it's wonders! (By this time some of you must besaying, " Oooo-K, this is a strange one. Time to change websites...") Guess I'll close on this note. Do have a good rest of the weekend. Oh, I forgot about the story of Molly and the Devils... (or Rambling Rose and the Demon Cat). Guess I'll have to get into that one another day. Bye! Rian |
From Dawn to Dusk... the journal (of the white horse) |
Sunday, July 1, 2001 * Rain!!! Yesterday it rained. Such a simple statement, but it was so wonderful. It rained the good rain. Thundered and lightninged and rained hard and steady. It was a nostalgic rain. Brought me back to a Saturday morning in Maine last summer arriving at a B&B. Heavy downpour and fresh smelling air. Sturdy inviting structure with large porch and swing - even rockers. Coffee brewing inside. I spent the day walking the little town leisurely visiting bookstores and giftshops, stopping for coffee, talking with shop owners. It was a strange feeling. I had found a sense of place. It's wrong for me not to go back this summer. But the choice has been made. I will go back - one day. Changing the subject, I spent a little time this weekend reading other journals on the web. Some were definitely interesting and I plan to return later and read more. Others were not my cup of tea. I'm sure that my journal affects the same. But reading through it seems that a good many of the journal writers are female. Why? Is it that the female is more inclined to share feelings? Possibly. It fits the generalization. But certainly there is a proliference of male writers - just not necessarily into journaling? And I may be all wrong here. Maybe it just so happened that most of the journals I looked into were written by women... One writer was mentioning something about a concept she'd read about that all women writers actually want to be men. I find this a hard concept to accept. As a child, I did enjoy being a tomboy. But that's because I didn't want to be restricted. In the 40's and 50's, you were suppose to wear dresses and be sweet. I wore jeans and pretended to be Roy Rogers - not Dale. But I would no more want to be a man than ... than... ? I don't know what? Women know secrets. Women know magic. Women hold the keys... and are willing to share them... Sometimes (especially after reading Harry Potter) I think I must be a witch or a wizard or a faerie sprite that has taken on human form. The world is alive with magic. I know there are things above and beyond the human realm, but am not developed enough to access them. I'm not speaking of religion here - though religion is a medium that works for many. And I'm definitely not speaking of anything dark. It's of that transparent veil of reality that hangs between realms or worlds or demensions that I speak. The place that some see, some know is there, and some scoff at. Can't actually explain it well. But I believe that it's from there that Magic comes... and miracles and all things the mind or heart imagines. I wrote an essay, "I Believe in Magic" a while back. It states my philosophy pretty well. Guess the rain has made me nostalgic and philosophic. Something about it makes me want to dance outside in it arms outstretched and head back amid the pouring and the thunder . I want to glow with the magic of the earth and all it's wonders! (By this time some of you must besaying, " Oooo-K, this is a strange one. Time to change websites...") Guess I'll close on this note. Do have a good rest of the weekend. Oh, I forgot about the story of Molly and the Devils... (or Rambling Rose and the Demon Cat). Guess I'll have to get into that one another day. Bye! Rian |
