3_three_questions_mon_nom_monadh shadow le crowl hello mon ami... red_blather applauds your daily contributions and deeply respect your innate ability to see, observe, and translate it to your world. you are homemade paper that the artist writes upon. 1one. what has living on an island done for you? 2two. if i asked you what does it mean to have a tiger in your arms, what would you say? 3three. what have you learned about life in the process of making paper? 031217 ... mon a summary upon which i shall expand: 1un. boundaries. horizons. 2dau. safety. security. resistance. 3tri. experience. pulp of tree. are what we make. 031217 ... sans nom hello? 031224 ... nom hello 031224 ... sans nom forgetting something here? speak up i can't hear what you're thinking 031224 ... nom oh, alright then i have been thinking about these three questions a holy lot, i have thought of many answers and counter-answers and reflected upon why i gave the above summary 031224 ... nom stop talking to yourself mon 031224 ... mon okay 031224 ... mon what is an island what is a boundary what is a horizon what is done 031224 ... sans nom go on... 031224 ... nom i will 031224 ... mon what is a tiger what is safety what is security what is resistance 031224 ... mon what is experience what is pulp of tree what is what me make 031224 ... sans nom are you awake? 031224 ... nom no i'm afraid not 031224 ... mon i will return to these tracks when the light of another day is here 031224 ... sans nom are you asleep? 031224 ... nom no i'm afraid not 031224 ... sans nom so let's hear some more shall we? 031225 ... nomme okay 031225 ... nom i found a crab in the sand once the day i saw the beavers building their damn i was kartwheeling and my hand brushed the edge of a clam and i watched the crabs running sideways in the sand 031225 ... mon i thought what a perfect home this land where they lived their time these crabs in their burrows the seaweed and the long stretching strand driftwood and crying gulls 031225 ... mon marina had shown me all the shells she had from all her trips to all the beaches with pails and family and they would wash them in their driveway when they got home to clean them up and keep them i loved seeing the shells i longed for the day i would play all day in the sand and watch the beavers build their damn in the forest by the sea 031225 ... nom when i saw the crabs and clams i wanted to keep one i wanted to remember the sea when i went to sleep i wanted the ocean beside me 031225 ... nom the ride home on the bus i played with the crab a touch of water and sand in an ice cream bucket what would i feed it? where would i keep it? it was a gift 031225 ... nom blank, i forget what happened to it i am sure it must've died i didn't know how to take care of it i should have left it by the seaside 031225 ... mon standing on that beach i felt powerful waves from the pacific 031225 ... mon i wished that i was a mermaid or a dolphin so i could swim i couldn't swim 031225 ... mon a ferry brought me there and a ferry carried me away 031225 ... nom i used to watch the sunset from my rooftop i thought i could see the ocean in the distance above the houses and pines 031225 ... nom the shore kept us safe from the sea from washing the forest away the land was a barrier to the water the water a boundary to the land together they created a horizon i could see from my window a shore i could walk upon 031225 ... sans nom what was learned what was done? 031225 ... mon four houses four different locations i learned so many things i had great teachers the environment left an imprint in me a collection of shells coverned in barnacles 031225 ... sans nom but what of your island now? 031225 ... mon an island is now my home 031225 ... sans nom and what are you learning? what has living on an island done for you? 031225 ... mon everything can teach us everywhere i look there is a new lesson being played cold waters can never be crossed easily even a strong swimmer can be pulled in by the rapids i feel like i am living in a dream painting with the himalayas towering white in the distance 031225 ... sans nom you do realize you are rambling? plus you are talking to yourself 031225 ... nom i know, and i didn't even type what i was trying to say 031225 ... sans nom and tiger in arms? and pulp of paper? 031225 ... nom those will have to weight 031225 ... nom i feel as though i've let these questions down 040131 ... crOwl you haven't let them down. you have monned them, and that's a good thing to do. 040131 ... crOwl what do you think about? if you created your own language, what would you use for the word that means happiness? if your life was a dream in the parallel world of someone else's sleep what would wake them? 040205 ... mon oneeno) i think about my thoughts a lot. lately i've been thinking about a lot of thoughts i've thought but never fully thought. the past couple days i have been especially thinking about trees and ancient houses and dreams that were clues i am now realizing from the past. twoowt) perhapsspahrep it would be: nessippah or maybeebyam happinessssenippah threeeerht) a bird splashing, chirping the sunlight early, bright, warming a talking voice, gentle, sweet bark of dog, playing pup, or coyote yip a moo, a neigh, a cock-a-doddle-doo the flight of sparrows, from the eaves a chuckle, a squeal, a sneeze, a shuffle honk of cars, buzz of flies in window a squeak_of_mouse, or volume of radio ding ding, ring ring, bicycle bell thud of newspaper, droplets of sprinkler bean grinder, toast smell or simply the feeling of need to open sleepy eyes to be awake to rise, as one might, from a dream seeming strange 040219 ... rt this is so awe-so-mon-e! 100203 what's it to you? who go blather from