Smokey Quartz
So I had put down my crystal work more than a year ago. I don't know why -- it just seemed like I needed to get past a whole bunch of things and the rocks were just another reminder of what I'd failed to accomplish with a period of my life.
But for my birthday recently, I had come to the conclusion that I had thrown the baby out with the bathwater, so to speak. So I went in search of a smokey quartz crystal that I could respect and work with.
Oh man did I find one, and oh man have things been COOKING ever since. Let me try to say it in as few words as possible, as I need to get to work:
I have been motivated, probably as most people are, by aspirations which henceforth I can only refer to as DREAMS. Going backwards, I can list the major chapters as titled by these dreams. Present to breaking up with Sandra(1998), I have wanted to play guitar and master music. However, in committing myself to that dream, I put aside an earlier dream of being a comic-book artist, and curiously, much of the last 10 years has been an expose of dream derailment. Art still pulsed through my life, breathing in me every manner of selfishness, and even eventually destroyed the thing that originally took me off course...a relationship to a woman.
However, art was something I became attached to in high school. Before that I believe my curiousities were explored more quickly and on smaller scale. I had been pursuing model airplane building quite religiously until I met Seth, who impressed upon me the need for physicality and sports. Which interestingly, also came in a pair of relationships: First the introduction with Seth, then the long road of recovery and understanding with Damon. Very similar to Sandra-Leticia.
Before these dreams...ah yes, Pinball. Fruitland model railroad, Hamilton Legoland. Livingston music and TI-99 programming. Playing doctor with the Libby neighbor girl. Playing in the sandbox. And before that it seems I start getting into First Experiences, of which each seemed like a dream, but quickly advanced to a new experience.
I should reflect now on these earlier dreams and try to remember more accurately the emotions and events which narrated them. To work I go.
But for my birthday recently, I had come to the conclusion that I had thrown the baby out with the bathwater, so to speak. So I went in search of a smokey quartz crystal that I could respect and work with.
Oh man did I find one, and oh man have things been COOKING ever since. Let me try to say it in as few words as possible, as I need to get to work:
I have been motivated, probably as most people are, by aspirations which henceforth I can only refer to as DREAMS. Going backwards, I can list the major chapters as titled by these dreams. Present to breaking up with Sandra(1998), I have wanted to play guitar and master music. However, in committing myself to that dream, I put aside an earlier dream of being a comic-book artist, and curiously, much of the last 10 years has been an expose of dream derailment. Art still pulsed through my life, breathing in me every manner of selfishness, and even eventually destroyed the thing that originally took me off course...a relationship to a woman.
However, art was something I became attached to in high school. Before that I believe my curiousities were explored more quickly and on smaller scale. I had been pursuing model airplane building quite religiously until I met Seth, who impressed upon me the need for physicality and sports. Which interestingly, also came in a pair of relationships: First the introduction with Seth, then the long road of recovery and understanding with Damon. Very similar to Sandra-Leticia.
Before these dreams...ah yes, Pinball. Fruitland model railroad, Hamilton Legoland. Livingston music and TI-99 programming. Playing doctor with the Libby neighbor girl. Playing in the sandbox. And before that it seems I start getting into First Experiences, of which each seemed like a dream, but quickly advanced to a new experience.
I should reflect now on these earlier dreams and try to remember more accurately the emotions and events which narrated them. To work I go.
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