Uhtcearu – pre-dawn anxiety; the sorrow before dawn.
Robert Fulghum writes on horseback riding at night :
Here’s a moldy-oldy memory from a long-ago encounter with an eleven-year-old child. She was at an age when children become aware of dreaming as a private, personal event. She asked me what a dream was.
“Imagine you have a horse – one you’ve had for a long time.
You have a western-style saddle, bridle, and reins.
You go riding every day.
You and the horse are comfortably well-connected.
The horse usually goes where you want to go and does what you ask it to do.
Think of your brain this way – when you are awake all day.”
“Then imagine that you go riding on your horse every night.
However – after the dark, you don’t have a saddle or bridle or reins.
You are now riding bareback, and the horse is in control.
Most of the time the ride is pleasant, but sometimes the horse goes a little wild and runs away. It’s a night-mare then.
It takes you places you’ve never been – and even flies through the air sometimes. And it’s hard to remember what’s happened.
And yet, when morning comes, you and the horse are still there – ready to saddle up and ride off into a new day.
Think of your brain that way when you are asleep.”
I don’t remember my granddaughter’s response to this metaphor.
But it made sense to me – and still does. . .
If you want to read the rest, click on the link above and do it soon because Fulghum’s journal entries don’t stay there for ever.
Sean Plunket interviews Christopher Luxon:
Clear answers to questions including that there are only two biological sexes and no co-governance of public assets.
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– Victor Borge