October 11, 2010
Susan - I really did try not to step on any manure. Moving my eyes gradually around as my body turned 360 degrees I noticed the leaves on the trees vibrating, almost waving us to come closer or were they warning us to go away! What is this place? ...I noticed a tiny embroidered button stuck to my already mucked up boots. I elevated my foot to grab the small knob with my waterproofed cowhide leather gloves. These were handcrafted by my great grandfather over one hundred years ago. He handed them to me and said I would require them in my future, but he could not tell me when and why. All he said was “Susan, pack them whenever you travel and you must don them when you see red ropes”. That had always been a mystery to me and through the years I often thought him odd as I grinned thinking we are so alike! I examined the button and screamed out to M.T. and W.E. “RIA IS HERE!” This is from the sweater she knitted. I would recognize this anywhere!
October 12, 2010
Susan - Looking in horror I could not believe what I saw. Susan yelled, "Stop him Bill, he's eating a map. We are going to be lost forever! Roll him a nut Mara." I threw Ria's button at the blue chattering squirrel to distract him and it knocked the paper out of his mouth. Mara and Bill were frozen and looking up at all the prisms. “Those aren’t prisms, they’re peradams!”, Bill whispered. Then a great booming noise and nuts started to fall from the trees. One hit Bill and he turned. "Why hello there...who are you" he said looking at me bewildered.
October 13, 2010
The origin of the Mulka Celebration. A tale from Analogue Narratives, possibly the sequel to Mount Analogue.
October 14, 2010