Unlike the guy in the Beatles song,
Ralph is a lover and a dancer. But the subject hasn’t come up very much,
or at all.
Ralph has accepted the tacit belief of his friends, such as Ranger Rick, but not Thaga or Ooog, that he sings his words and the words are not fruitless. And this is true, as far as it goes. He would say his songs are like prayers sometimes and sometimes just plain shapeshifting of things. He’s quite innocent. There is no magic in this, just the words and the song.
The truth of the matter is that he was dancing all along. He built the Home Clearing, and in fact, his part of the Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest, which he calls the Great Forest, was danced into being. It was separated out from the mundane forest by dance.
It’s easy to say that. But is it easy to picture it? It requires a relaxed imagination. There is grandeur involved. No flailing of arms and legs. No. It could even be that one watching him would not see it as dance.
He is massively slow, like seasons or earth changes. Each motion summons a reality into being.
I believe that he thinks of it as housekeeping, or even nest building. He’s not an empire builder. It doesn't occur to Ralph to spread his influence around where it’s not wanted.
After he met Ramona, he began this work. First the cave. Then the whole clearing was dedicated by gesture. Ramona knows that he danced the Home Clearing into being for her and their children. Thaga and Ooog have seen him dance. They might have learned a move or two from him too.
I like to think that the wind surrounds him as he dances and adds its bits and decorates with some of whatever is loose in the trees or on the ground. Fall would be a great time for this. I can easily see his chestnut coat scattered with blossom petals or leaves and the wind just tossing his locks around for effect.
The wind always has something to add, sighs and whispers, implied promises. The wind loves change
Perhaps there are times when the mighty Raven adds her blessings in great wide circles of flight with her long dark wings beating out a rhythm. You know she would!
It’s just an image I’m offering. Stillness, posture, gesture, and change.
Ralph has accepted the tacit belief of his friends, such as Ranger Rick, but not Thaga or Ooog, that he sings his words and the words are not fruitless. And this is true, as far as it goes. He would say his songs are like prayers sometimes and sometimes just plain shapeshifting of things. He’s quite innocent. There is no magic in this, just the words and the song.
The truth of the matter is that he was dancing all along. He built the Home Clearing, and in fact, his part of the Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest, which he calls the Great Forest, was danced into being. It was separated out from the mundane forest by dance.
It’s easy to say that. But is it easy to picture it? It requires a relaxed imagination. There is grandeur involved. No flailing of arms and legs. No. It could even be that one watching him would not see it as dance.
He is massively slow, like seasons or earth changes. Each motion summons a reality into being.
I believe that he thinks of it as housekeeping, or even nest building. He’s not an empire builder. It doesn't occur to Ralph to spread his influence around where it’s not wanted.
After he met Ramona, he began this work. First the cave. Then the whole clearing was dedicated by gesture. Ramona knows that he danced the Home Clearing into being for her and their children. Thaga and Ooog have seen him dance. They might have learned a move or two from him too.
I like to think that the wind surrounds him as he dances and adds its bits and decorates with some of whatever is loose in the trees or on the ground. Fall would be a great time for this. I can easily see his chestnut coat scattered with blossom petals or leaves and the wind just tossing his locks around for effect.
The wind always has something to add, sighs and whispers, implied promises. The wind loves change
Perhaps there are times when the mighty Raven adds her blessings in great wide circles of flight with her long dark wings beating out a rhythm. You know she would!
It’s just an image I’m offering. Stillness, posture, gesture, and change.
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