September 15th, 2007 - Wood Monsters!
A few mornings ago Sam (6 years old) awoke to recall a dream where everything had turned to wood. Two wood monsters were coming to 'get him'. Before the wood monsters got too close "Dad's brother" came and fought them away, saving Sam from irreparable harm. The substance of dream or some kind of astral travel, Jeff made his presence known to a little boy with precious few - if any - memories of him. When Jeff died Sam was not even four years old. Now, this fresh memory of Uncle Jeff came just at the right time.
Thanks Jeff for saving Sam from the wood monsters. We're thankful that you've found the time to vanquish the real or imagined enemies of your nephew's dreams.
To recognize the anniversay of what would be Jeff's 53rd birthday today, I wanted to post one of his poems. To Jeff and Dad, we love you and miss you more than words can express.
LETTING GO
I have been told, and I believe, that humanity is an assertion of character
so I struggle to stay true
to who I am
I was once hurt
it was winter, it seemed endless
never in my life had I felt so near
to that porous line where my
own body was done with
I will swear that spring saved me
the sun, the leaping winds
each day as I walked
the earth remembered me
whispering waterfalls of change
the slow pouring of rainbows
the fragrance of prairie spring
long delicious moments of light
this is a poem about the world
that is ours – or could be
about how you travel inward
how you learn to kneel down
how you learn to pray
what I want in my life
is to be willing to be awed
to be able cast aside the past
to be fully in the present
to be in love with what is
and maybe, maybe, even
to rise above the difficulties
and believe I am looking
into a wonderful mystery
I want to love again
the mystery, the rivers, mountains
to love what is mortal
to hold it
against all reason knowing
that life depends on it
and when the time comes to let go
only then, to let it go.
-Jeff Pollard
Above photo: The Moose's Tooth, above the Ruth Gorge, Alaska
Taken by Thom Pollard in 2001
Thanks Jeff for saving Sam from the wood monsters. We're thankful that you've found the time to vanquish the real or imagined enemies of your nephew's dreams.
To recognize the anniversay of what would be Jeff's 53rd birthday today, I wanted to post one of his poems. To Jeff and Dad, we love you and miss you more than words can express.
LETTING GO
I have been told, and I believe, that humanity is an assertion of character
so I struggle to stay true
to who I am
I was once hurt
it was winter, it seemed endless
never in my life had I felt so near
to that porous line where my
own body was done with
I will swear that spring saved me
the sun, the leaping winds
each day as I walked
the earth remembered me
whispering waterfalls of change
the slow pouring of rainbows
the fragrance of prairie spring
long delicious moments of light
this is a poem about the world
that is ours – or could be
about how you travel inward
how you learn to kneel down
how you learn to pray
what I want in my life
is to be willing to be awed
to be able cast aside the past
to be fully in the present
to be in love with what is
and maybe, maybe, even
to rise above the difficulties
and believe I am looking
into a wonderful mystery
I want to love again
the mystery, the rivers, mountains
to love what is mortal
to hold it
against all reason knowing
that life depends on it
and when the time comes to let go
only then, to let it go.
-Jeff Pollard
Above photo: The Moose's Tooth, above the Ruth Gorge, Alaska
Taken by Thom Pollard in 2001
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