tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526999.post1872167629073039813..comments2024-03-26T12:26:28.548-04:00Comments on rob mclennan's blog: 12 or 20 (second series) questions with Steven Roodrob mclennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07958889643637765864noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526999.post-53076103338669139372022-09-11T21:17:13.291-04:002022-09-11T21:17:13.291-04:00Well, the sister here. I LOVE this!!! Stevie! You ...Well, the sister here. I LOVE this!!! Stevie! You are it!! We had to have that deep life, both of us. We know the mountains, the sage, pepper trees, chaparral, the sweet delicious aroma of leaded-gasoline- saturated snow, eucalyptus wood smoke, searing steak, heinous perfume, alyssum in the alley, hose water on burning pavement. All of it. We know how music enters our bodies. We know these all things and have since we were very little and first came into consciousness. We know the subtlety of the autumn light coming at the 34th parallel south. We know art that hits us square between the eyes and utterly takes us away to it. We know nature like it is our second underwear. We know those inner voices: (your inner poet and Bakey and Backie). We know what it meant to learn through our own experiences, because no one showed us the way. It is a much finer point, thusly. We both looked at the end of our Ashkenazi noses with eyes crossed. You taught me that.<br /><br />We know that in the smallest ways, art, music, poetry, claim our deepest humanity. We are more at home conscripting constellations in the sky, than to walk the straight, narrow paths of the Levites and the Pontificates. We were the mystics of our family, and misunderstood for it. Until now. You have a voice. You have astonishing ways of touching the hem of god. We both know this. I love you. I am proud of you. And my pride is fierce. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Suzan Rood Wilsonhttps://jungiananalystseattle.com/noreply@blogger.com