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|The Fuego Volcano, Sacatepequez, Guatemala|
October 12, 2014 Dentro de mi cabeza
Dreaming (day version) about more adventures? My whole life has been jam-packed with adventure. Real ones, tiny *regular* diversions like climbing apple trees, swimming, fishing, building snowforts and regularly starting neighborhood dirt clod wars at construction sites. My well organized group of childhood friends also enjoyed performing in small, yet extravagantly attempted, plays/dramas that I produced/directed (I insisted on controlling the *creative* even then) with neighborhood kids on our back carport stage.
A pretend Hollywood?
No script. Garage dressing room, old Halloween/whatever costumes (Moms make up - would she miss it?) and front center seating, Orchestra and Balcony on the grass (depending on the incline or use of garden furniture). Buttered Pop Corn and Lemonade available (at a price). Oh, the joy of big clear starrynight sky in the Summertime. I can taste it right now. I can see the stars as I wondered about infinity. Night has a tasty flavor in Eastern Washington State where I grew up. So does the freezing cold, delicious, water gulpped out of the garden hose. I knew God was up there, high, high in the sky, smiling down on us...who wouldn't? I never thought of why not? Afterall, we were/are fascinating creations of God, every one of us unique! I knew that, I was told! Our show of shows traveled from house to house, night by night, with cardboard scenery, and a loyal cast of actors. We became a road troup immediately after the first nights performance! Premier! RAVE REVIEWS (what else were parents to say about such non-stop cleverness in the late 1940´s into early 50´s? ) Applause! Applause! Applause!
Off we went to the next welcoming backyard the next night (with a potential bigger audience) Bravo! We had nothing to hit but the heights! So, we hit ém! Thank you folks!
I love adventure, I love the not knowing, the wondering about what if, the making up something fascinating from nothing. The silliness. The blundering. The overdoing of it all! Exaggeration could be my middle name! I have quite a vivid imagination and it often takes me where I have never been before. I´m gifted with what seems to be an extra measure of mind inventiveness. I never ever minded being alone entertaining myself (still) and my Mom often said to me ¨How you DO go on, dear!¨ Yes, I confess, I do (I may be even worse now because I am living in a remote village in Guatemala speaking Spanish. That Spanishspeaking every day slows my ¨how you do go on¨ way down. That is, until I am around other English speakers...yak, yak, yak!
Once upon a realtime, we, Parents/Lenny went to Seattle to visit my sister Marilynn at her sorority on Parents Weekend (University of Washington). We stayed high-up in a very modern circular hotel by the name of the Edmond Meany. Wow! We had a suite and late at night, while my parents were sleeping in the bedroom I would stare for hours out the huge living room windows with the dazzling view of blinking, nightime Seattle. What I thought about was people in love. I wondered ¨how many people were making love in Seattle at that very moment? ¨ I loved the thought that there were tens of thousands of people enjoying romance. I love romance, that has never changed.
I also wondered if there were people like me making love outside the Edmond Meany Hotel...could it be there were other people like me? Blinking in the twinkling night, seeking bliss on a weekend night, Seattle, Washington, 1956.
There were! (I found out a few years later in Los Angeles)
to be continued
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|*Things* often are not what they seem to be!|
|I'll take it! Leonardo Ricardo|
|The way I see things makes the world be things|
I feel drawn to write/blog a few of my recent thoughts/feeling.
I have always lived beyond the boundries of what I was expected to see and who I was expected to be. As a child my mind drifted far away into the vastness of not knowing, into trying to make sense out of infinity. Often I tell my Summer stories of sleeping in the outdoors and staring up at the stars...then beyond the stars. I sometimes wondered how it could be that I didn't know where infinity would end? Then, what space or place would come next? Beyond the finish of infinity scared me a little. It wasn't the not knowing that frightened me it was the stark understanding that I was so physically present when gazing into the BIG *it* The BIGNESS and who, why. what, where and WHEN of it all! Would I fall in or jump in? Would I be blindfolded and do a back flip into wherever there was?
Early in my childhood I realized I was *different* than others. I knew I had longings of the larger than life variety and I knew I was a person with different longings than most of you-s. What was the spell binding thing that took me far away? What was the close-inside-of-me place lusting for space in my own safe backyard? Why did I have the built-in freedom to imagine such beautiful and colorful things that were both real and not-yet-seen in my early life? Was I different, foggy or the same? I now think it was the extra romancing of the possibilities of life that was perking inside of me. My life and my eagerness to know about yours too. Silently I decided what I must do, both with and without your approval. Very early I discovered things were, in fact, not what they seemed to be (or ought be?)...my reality and imagination went wild in a good way as I played and romped and laughed and fished and planted and tasted every little attraction to be had around me. I snuggled up to life. As a child I was fearless. Life liked me back (mostly). I always knew that in order to thrive I would need to operate both in and outside of the box, the boundries, the rules, the shame game the snear and those wavy ¨good¨ lines. Infinity gave me permission to go as far as life would take me which meant way past the end of it in my minds eye.
Infinity has, it does, it will and I thank the God of my vivid understanding. I thank that same wonderdrenched God for letting me share life with all of you. Some more than others, some closer up than others. Now and before now it is you who still shine brightly for me dead or alive. You are still there and here and I know who you are even from afar...you validate my innermost passion for life and you have not gone far away from my heart. I kiss you back.
I love you
Leonard Clark Beardsley
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|Garden at the Foot of the Volcano, 4´x 4´ , painted on stretched panel|