tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606913289181471261.post4770203274937967761..comments2010-09-17T01:15:35.881-05:00Comments on From the Fig Tree: Alone.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16380932892177232242noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606913289181471261.post-2832905294075955852009-01-06T21:00:00.000-06:002009-01-06T21:00:00.000-06:00Jamie, you are a beautiful person. I've been waiti...Jamie, you are a beautiful person. I've been waiting for you to write, thanks for giving me something beautiful to read. Your dreams made me cry. <BR/><BR/>I'm glad to hear someone else gets so excited about mountains. They're about the only thing left that can get our attention and slam it into our skulls that no matter how great we think we are, no matter how tall and magnificent our buildings are, we are small. The world/God/everything is so much more than us, we are a small piece in all this. Perhaps most people are made uncomfortable by this fact... but when you allow yourself to go limp and accept it, you realize how privileged you are to be a part of it all. It is an honor to be so insignificant, but still a piece of the puzzle... at least that is how it makes me feel. I'm determined to one day live at the bottom of one so I may be reminded of this every time I step out my door. Until then I can only visit and write most of my songs about it. <BR/>Jamie, lets go. I'll be there in New York in a few hours, but after that let's go to the mountains. You must see Mt. Rainier. It will make your knees weak.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com