Miss MD...and Cabin Girl posted 5/22/2008 1:16:05 PM | 8 kudos what's this?     report abuse

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You know that spot of time, just before you wake up in the morning, where things are beginning to run through your mind, in sort of a dream like state? But you are also able to do things you can't do when you are totally asleep, nor totally awake? Like control time travel, or visit places and people you have misplaced?
Sometimes, you can even remember something long forgotten?

This morning, I was seeing in my mind, a face of a woman here, on MD. I think I only see her face, because really, that's all I have ever seen for the most part. She is a most remarkable woman however. I have always felt some sort of missing link connection with her. She doesn't know that! lol...Probably scare her to death if she had known. But most, if not all of us, are at least familiar with her wonderful writing skills. Lately she has been writing extensively on her life as a child, her Daddy, and her sometimes crazy loving family. It is cold where she lives too she says. Or used to say.

The reason she was there in my mind this morning is because there is something about this person that has been bugging the crap outta me for months. And this morning I figured it out. This morning a part of my brain focused that has been asleep for a long time. Just a few memory chips is all, but I had forgotten the whole of the experience, not to mention the players in the scene, and the place.

It came to me in a most spectacular way too. Like the smoke from the lamp of a genie, or a waterpipe, slowly encircling my head. Mixed with the rainbow colored sparkles of ice crystals swirling gently around, the scene opened to my inner vision as I lay still in my bed, half listening to the steady rain this morning, outside my windows.

Some 30 - 35 years ago, I lived in the woods in a cabin with no running water, no power, no nothing. But it had everything important. It was located on the Poudre River, about 45 miles west of Fort Collins, Colorado up the Poudre Canyon. When I say located on the river, I mean the front "deck" hung over the river. When I say "hung"...I mean it. It was an old place. But! ...I could fish from my deck. Rainbow trout any day or time I wanted.

The altitude was somewhere in the 8 thousand foot range I am guessing. I could go find out, but I don't care enough. It is not important. It snowed a lot in the winter, and was always cool in the summer. The river was always cold. It was my fridge, bathtub, source of food, and supreme peace. In the evening, when the water was high, you could hear big round river rock moving every so often, clunking against each other.

I was young and although don't think I was aware of it then, I guess I was looking for just who in the hell I was. Or maybe in process of becoming who I was to be.

There were 5-6 other log cabins in the vicinity, along with a very tiny bar up the way towards the road, which also served as a small restaurant and grocery. There wasn't much there, but it came in handy if you ran out of fuel for a lantern, or TP for your outhouse. Or if you got cotton mouth. The beer was cold. The cabins belonged to this place, and were rented out to us hippies.

I knew everyone in the other cabins. We were all the same age pretty much. We had dogs. Big ones. There were cats too. I don't think we ever really knew whose they were. We just all kinda took care of them. And each other too.

There was one member of this little clan that I will never forget. Except, this morning I realized I had forgotten her. How can you forget someone you had shared everything with? The weed was good, but come on!

This is where the pretty lady from Matchdoctor makes her entrance. Miss MD is the spittin' image of "Cabin Girl." My "next door" neighbor.
Same smarts....same beauty...same toughness.....same attitude ......I say "same" but I mean similar. "Cabin Girl" was strong, independent and beautiful. Just like Miss MD.

Everytime I read Miss MD, I realize now, I was trying to remember something else. Someone else. Miss MD has been worrying the crap outta me for months, trying to figure out just what the message was. Trying to figure out what it was about her. What was it????

Well this morning it finally broke through the fog and rust. And many of the beautiful memories of "Cabin Girl" and of times on that river came floating back.

Ah...."Cabin Girl"........
She and I lived in our own little world, ain't it wonderful......we played chess almost everyday....we fished from the "porch"...we played in the river with the dogs....we lived like there was no outside world. We read to each other when we weren't sitting in the warm sunshine on the 'porch" quietly reading our own books, silently together.

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