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| A friend asked me - 'what is my target audience?' |
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| Truth is, I don't think of a target audience. I know I'm communicating |
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| with you. I don't know exactly who you are... but I write a lot of wild |
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| stuff... So you must be a little wild yourself and have a broad range of |
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| interests, if your're reading my stories. |
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| The last article was about the sexuality of older people, ie: Elmer, when I |
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| drove him into town to get supplies. Elmer lives in the Great Beyond. He has no neighbours. |
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| I like going to his place because he has 12 big plastic barrels you can beat on as |
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| drums. |
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| I did this the other day. |
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| On a calm morning the drums resound over the lake and echo in the hills |
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| on the other side of the lake. Once I get into it, I start chanting as well |
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| and I can feel every blockage in my body being blown clear.... all veins and arteries being blown clean,any tension, |
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| any anger, any hatred - you can howl it out, you can chant these feeling out and away into the hills... |
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| chanting until you are singing at the very Eye of the world. |
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| This is how it feels. |
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There's nothing but bush in all directions, forest, trees, scrub oak, poplar, |
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| birches, racoons and bees. They all hear me. The otters and the red squirrels, and |
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| the muskrats, the bears and the smaller weasels. |
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| I guess the fish hear the drums, also. I have to assume they |
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| like the drumming also... but, who knows? |
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| "There's a Natural Mystic flowing through the air." * And in the drums also, |
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| and in the silence that reigns afterwards. |
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| The drums get the ravens flying around a bit, as if I'm disturbing them. |
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| But when I sat down against a big white pine, when I had finished one time, |
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| I looked up to the top of the tree I was leaning against. And a bunch of ravens |
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| were sitting quietly in the top branches, right behind me. |
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| So I guess I didn't annoy them too much. |
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| ( Maybe the ravens are my target audience. No, that's nonsense. |
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| Ravens don't read. But each bird, I'm told, can remember about 200 hiding |
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| places... They don't read now.... But anything's possible in the future. )
* line in a Bob Marley song |
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| Respectfully submitted, |
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