tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532457739716604501.post8806712533497100304..comments2020-03-11T01:42:56.000-07:00Comments on An American River Canyon "Book of Days": January 18 (1976, 1978, 1979, 1981, 1987) The Dance of the Gnats and the Pollen Dust, Tantrum Yoga,and Other Canyon-Inspired Flights of Fancy and PuzzlementUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532457739716604501.post-79443950052462818482011-01-20T04:47:02.423-08:002011-01-20T04:47:02.423-08:00Though I passed a full year in Green Valley, there...Though I passed a full year in Green Valley, there on the banks of the mighty North Fork of the American -- that monstrous serpent of jade incessantly tugging past my tipi's door -- I feel as though I merely visited the canyon, squatter's rights, whereas Russell became the canyon. Like his prose, as evidenced in Gay's blog posts, the canyon molded Russell's very heart and being with its gnarlish topography. There's but a few of us intimate with this portion of a very special place -- that place that so permeates our nightmares with vertigo, rattlesnakes, and icy drownings, and our dreams with hints of purpose and transcendence -- but none of us so intimate with it as was Russell. After reading his journal entries I now understand why he tried to dissuade me -- actually prevented me -- from dragging my tipi poles down the Green Valley trail the very first day of my endeavor; he was merely trying to protect the canyon from this interloper. Thankfully my persistence earned a modicum of trust from Russell and he allowed me -- albeit, some days and weeks later -- passage to continue my adventure, but to this day I have always felt this was Russell's Canyon; not mine, not even Joe Steiner's; but Russell's and the redtails' and the grasshoppers' and the manzanitas' and the trout's and the swaying pines' and the wind's that drag through its lung-like folds. Russell's. <br /><br />certainly,Robert Johnsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532457739716604501.post-62767895061210929222011-01-18T22:28:20.790-08:002011-01-18T22:28:20.790-08:00I love the Tantrum Yoga, it made me laugh out loud...I love the Tantrum Yoga, it made me laugh out loud. I am very skilled at tantrums. :)Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03201497540157533449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532457739716604501.post-6135328384043290562011-01-18T07:06:03.128-08:002011-01-18T07:06:03.128-08:00Yeah, I'm a novitiate at Tantrum Yoga too, tho...Yeah, I'm a novitiate at Tantrum Yoga too, though never have I reached the heights of skillful practice Russ did! Fortunately, Love trumps.NorthForkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15606430620460956692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532457739716604501.post-8893207568068464912011-01-18T00:45:41.689-08:002011-01-18T00:45:41.689-08:00Haha, I think I'm familiar with Tantrum Yoga a...Haha, I think I'm familiar with Tantrum Yoga already -- I must have intuitively found my way to a few of the techniques and poses on my own.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03684002875234545727noreply@blogger.com