Yikes … my excitement just got tempered with intimidation.
You are a walking encyclopedia and your most recent walk through some of the less illumined parts of your inner labyrinth is somewhat intimidating … for me at least.
Your comments are so rich it will take me weeks or more to grasp some of the subtleties.
First yet another anecdote that popped out in reading your post … from my third walk … the most difficult and dangerous by far … of my four walks.
From my notes Ruta de la Plata summer of 2003 … I had just completed my walk from Seville to Santiago Compostella.
[b]
[/b]
A couple of thoughts that jumped out at me:
[b]
[/b]
For me, I wwould change one word … the word “lower” to the word “higher”.
[b]
[/b]
You often refer to some written work that when I go to get some information I stumble on something that seems so relevant. In this case two things:
- My father … the man I never knew. A cousin posted this picture of my dad on FB a few months back. Still a teenager I presume … just before leaving to go overseas and join the war effort. I should add that my father lost his two closest brothers to the war effort … he came back alone.
When I first gazed at the picture of my dad I recognized the man I never knew … I never saw a look like the one on my father’s face in the picture. Maybe you could do me a favor and tell me about my dad … your impressions from the photo.
- When checking out William Goldman I found the following paragraph … written by Goldman about himself.
[b]
[/b]
The highlighted text reminds me of my reaction to the first occurrence of your word “compression” . I haven’t mentioned it yet but my thinking eventually went to “decompression chamber” . I started to think of my walks as my personal “decompression chamber” . I see Goldman refering to his writings as his personal “decompression chamber” .