discover re-discovery of discovering There is a little book on my shelf, and it has not been opened for many years. It has two authors, and tells a story of yearing, discovering, longing, moments of deep connection.
One one page, somewhere smack in the middle of this book, I found this last night:

"Wednesday, March 28th, 2001 4:29:02 AM
From: Bine
Subject: Dancer on a rope
To: Ian

Wilderness. A forest, quiet after a heavy rain fall. A mountain range, covered with snow, glowing in the setting sun. The blueness of light just before sunrise in snow covered hills. Sinister clouds touching the moved sea. A wide plain filled with rocks and sand and recognised life. Never resting noise in cities, vibrance and breath taking pace. Houses staring at each other and people. My cave will be small, only filled with what I really need. I will share my feelings, thoughts, my all with a mind who carries them on, and on. Reciprocal. We will be powerful. Freedom to move. Leave and return. No boundaries, conventions, restrictions. Personal epistemology. Discussions. Learning. Expansion of ideas. Reading theories, thinking them through. Leave this enclosed solitude behind, find a new one, grow, then solitude to share. Marvel at the feet of nature, explore life in all its facets. A free mind to absorb. Even if I can never sort it out."

Now, over four years later, it is more relevant than ever. It will always be.  ¶ 1:12 PM