Hello 37Paddington. I'm sure that was your comment. After you mentioned reading Five Smooth Stones as an 11-year-old girl, I was able to get a copy from our public library. At nearly 800 pages, it took me a long time to read. It brought me back to those years both from my perspective then as a white teenage girl and from the perspective I didn't have then of the lives of black people prior to and during the civil rights movement. My eyes were opened again and again to the ongoing hatred, injustice and violence that I knew so little about as a white girl living in a white suburb of San Francisco. I was shocked and angered throughout the book -- most strongly by the murder at the end of the book I didn't see that coming. I wanted David Champlin to live and find peace after all his struggles.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
Welcome to "37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".
The photograph currently at the top of my blog was taken from my porch before sunrise on October 29, 2023.
"OLD GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY" (the earliest name for my blog -- http://oldgirlfromthenorthcountry.blogspot.com
) came to life in early December of 2006 so that I could post a 42-year retrospective of my paintings and drawings and through that action, create a new relationship with the day the man I loved returned from Vietnam in December 1970. For a while (sometime after spring of 2008, which is when he died) my blog was "TALKING 37TH DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE)". For a number of years, it's been "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)." As of April 12, 2017 my blog was titled "37TH DREAM / TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE/LOOKING UP)". Somewhere along the way it became 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE).
To begin viewing the retrospective with narrative, scroll down to December 8, 2006, on this page:
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. -- Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968)
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -- Martin Buber (1878-1965)
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.
-- Robinson Jeffers
The true end of a war is the rebirth of life; the right to die peacefully in your own bed. The true end of war is the end of fear; the true end of war is the return of laughter.
-- Alfred Molano
Enjoy every sandwich -- Warren Zevon (1947-2003)
Not in God's wilds will you ever hear the sad moan, "All is vanity." No, we are paid a thousand times for all our toil, and after a single day spent outdoors in their atmosphere of strength and beauty, one could still say, should death come — even without any hope of another life — "Thank you for this most glorious gift!" and pass on.
-- John Muir (1838-1914)
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do? Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. Hugh Fennyman: How? Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.
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Five Smooth Stones? That book was seminal for me. Nice to see you back here.
Hello 37Paddington. I'm sure that was your comment. After you mentioned reading Five Smooth Stones as an 11-year-old girl, I was able to get a copy from our public library. At nearly 800 pages, it took me a long time to read. It brought me back to those years both from my perspective then as a white teenage girl and from the perspective I didn't have then of the lives of black people prior to and during the civil rights movement. My eyes were opened again and again to the ongoing hatred, injustice and violence that I knew so little about as a white girl living in a white suburb of San Francisco. I was shocked and angered throughout the book -- most strongly by the murder at the end of the book I didn't see that coming. I wanted David Champlin to live and find peace after all his struggles.
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