I still keep picking up bits of information from my experience on the mountain, last week.
For clarification: I had no idea who any of the producers were, let alone that one of them was gay, or that he wrote a book about a gay youth with special abilities (or if it even matters; that really is not my point, but to ignore the possibility of such an obvious connection seems foolish).
In an earlier post on this thread, I noted that the morning I woke up to the snow, it looked like Narnia, and that I expected to see Tumnus, at any moment (I read the books when I was a kid, so naturally I have my own vision of Narnia).
Keep in mind that while the rest of the U.S. has been blanketed in snow, it was in the 70s here in late January. Snow at the higher elevations is typical, but rarely disrupts everyday activities. I am near the coast/part of the “inland coastal range”, not the Sierras, and this is most unusual at this elevation. Even more so now that it has happened twice.
The following I did not put together until after I posted the article about the death of Perry Moore:
Back on the mountain: While I said I was thinking of Tumnus, I was talking out loud to myself at the time, just to stay sane. As soon as I started on the path to the wood shed, it was clear that there was a numinous quality to the experience. I announced, “Aslan, if you show up right now it is really going to freak me out”!
Then I shook the base of a cherry tree, already in full blossom – and stunning. However, it was hurting. I was unable to get to a sister tree before a branch was snapped.
When I went to bed, the two dogs outside in a big dog house , lined with hay, would not settle down. I just got tired of it and flung open the French doors so that I could see outside.
My indoor doggie companion was actually a sweetheart of a pit bull (although she is convinced that she outranks me). She did not want anything to do with it, and backed away from the door. I followed her lead. Something felt powerful.
A few minutes later, I could hear the latch rattle on the gate, and then the house shook. I realized that something quite large had just hopped over the back fence, shook the crud out of the gate, and was probably only a few feet from me, the entire time I had the door open.
The following morning, I observed the tracks of a mountain lion, on the front porch. I followed them down the same pathway I had used, until I lost them.
I really missed that.
Cheers to my friends known as "Abraham": If you spend a lot of time hoping that you never run into Aslan, you will run into Aslan. lol
Edit (the longer version is really good...hehehe):
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Edit again: Pee Wee's Evidence/Town Meeting:
Pee Wee's Evidence/Town Meeting