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brewgrass
Feb 17, 2004, 3:44 AM
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remember, there is only this:
i am drunk of course. standing in the rain on a sandstone boulder laughing and laughing. head thrown back and mouth open wide. wide open to rain and echos and empty night that stretches on and on forever. so that when i try to swallow it gets stuck, this knot of darkness and laughing and febuary. there under my breastbone. and i can still feel it.... that happiness so strong. and i wonder if they heard it, someone somewhere in the night? i wonder if they woke up and smiled and fell back asleep and dreamt of being young and full to the brim?
it is beautiful, this life we live. and sometimes i forget. when the gas tank is almost empty or i find pictures of all the love i've ignored or wasted and regretted or i think of home, of summers and rivers, so far away.... and i forget how wonderful it is to hear a stranger say your name for the first time, like it is foriegn even though it is an ordinary name. or that temporary is forever because there is only the moment you are in and being transient is okay and solitude can be heaven. sometimes i forget, but mostly i remember. because it is inside, like good beer in my stomach and hard problems in my head. it's the part of me that laughs at the rain so loud. so loud.
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moabbeth
Feb 17, 2004, 5:54 AM
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Nice sentiment.
Brew & grass.....hmmm, any connection with the deep thoughts :lol: ?
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litleclimberchick
Feb 17, 2004, 6:50 AM
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wow...that was interesting :?
can't say my life is anything like that, but climbing is one of the few things that makes me truly happy with who i am and not care if the rest of the world doesn't feel the same way about me. :)
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kimmyt
Feb 17, 2004, 1:05 PM
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8)
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dynamitegirl
Feb 18, 2004, 12:29 PM
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:D I know what you are talking bout :D and I love it :D
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missedyno
Feb 18, 2004, 1:40 PM
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thank you for that. february is the greyest dismal dry spell in my climbing season. stuff like that helps me hold on....
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spider_woman
Feb 18, 2004, 2:28 PM
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nicely done brewgrass. 8)
-r
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enjoimx
Apr 20, 2005, 4:37 AM
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right on dude...this is a cool writing... :)
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strongerthanyesterday
Apr 22, 2005, 4:40 AM
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truly sublime- you capture the essence of the beauty of truly living life in the moment 8^)
In reply to: i forget how wonderful it is to hear a stranger say your name for the first time, like it is foriegn even though it is an ordinary name
sigh... these are moments i love- i love meeting new people, the crinkles around someone's eyes when they smile... its so exciting to live life going with the flow wherever the wind takes you, enjoying the little things and to appreciate the unexpected encounters with beautiful people you wouldn't have met otherwise...
i love it :wink:
"strangers stopping strangers, just to shake their hands... everybody is playing in a heart of gold band, heart of gold band...."
from scarlet begonias by the grateful dead
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goofyc
Apr 24, 2005, 2:44 AM
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What about when the one you love looks at you and gets that special smile he does just for you, like a shared secret between the two of you, a secret no one else will ever know because it is so special you don't want to share??....... 8^)
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seagypsy
May 18, 2005, 9:26 PM
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I love when people write things like this on RC.com instead of debating what type of pants to wear (yes wear them!) or if they should use a 70 meter rope on a 30 ft climb...this wild beautiful joyous energy you speak about is what climbing is all about for me. Climbing is poetry. There is poetry in everything. Life is poetry and it is beautiful joyous, heartbreaking and sublime. Beautifully written, well done.
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booger
May 19, 2005, 3:05 PM
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Does anyone have a picture that might approximate this feeling for them? I'd love to see them! :)
Wonderful post, by the way!!
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booger
May 20, 2005, 7:30 AM
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That is a woooonderful photo! Thanks for sharing! :D
Anyone else? I will put mine in once I figure out how to do it... :oops:
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androids
Jun 11, 2005, 6:10 PM
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wow, im almost crying. being alone, on a rock in the rain, ill never forget
the feeling of hapiness and the way i was content in the moment.
thanks for the reminder.
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aniyunwiyaclimber
Jun 28, 2005, 6:12 AM
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There is me, soft sloped soil beneath my Mad Rock Flash, cool smooth rock against the palms of my hands - I am climbing up a work of art, like that picture, Sunday Afternoon in the Park that's made up of individually laid dots of color - I am standing that close to art, seeing it in a very different way, every crack, edge, wave of it, every burst of color and darkness is all there for me to explore. I'm finding foothold after foothold on this slab climb, scarcely using my hands at all, reveling in the joy of discovery. I could be there forever, and I am taking my time, not for fear or indecision, but because this piece of forever is so beautiful, I want to take up it's essence into my heart and soul and carry it out of Ouray, CO with me, carry it wherever I go. So, I lay into it, let it carry out of me the doubts, hesitations, fears, toxicity, that came with me. I am moving out in all directions, gaining my sense of self in relation to rock, in a true zen rock moment. 6 climbs later, not one slip or fall, sent all 6, flashed first three. No going back now, to those doubts, hesitations, fears, toxicity that came with me. I'm no longer a woman interested in climbing, it's no longer a passing phase. I'm so far beyond that limited sense of self I had before. I'm a climber now, no doubt. I love it, this life, too!
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