Sometimes the story is not important, only an image, and some random graffiti, and the happenstance of being in a certain place and time, stumbling across the echoes of others, a thread of connection, wispy, vague, hinting and nudging…
Categories: Reflections
Bonnywood Manor 
I confess to being confused. Is this Ronda Spain? Or I was wondering The Beach Boys song?
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The Spanish Ronda. And right now it’s at the top of my list for “permanent” places to retire. But things change and we all wake up with new visions every day…
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Confusion is a state of pure brilliance, everything good comes from it.
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So go to Ronda and check it out—when you’re awake. Or come to Australia. 🙂
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Oh, I plan to go back to Ronda in some form. And when I finally make that visit to Australia, I plan to visit all of the honorary citizens of Bonnywood Manor I have grown digitally fond of over the years. Hint.
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You have a standing invitation and the house in Canberra, as well as the beach house. We might even arrange a road trip.
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Sometimes the story is inside the reader, and it only takes a picture or a random word to awaken it.
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The story should ALWAYS be inside the reader. And less is always more. Like perfume, a properly applied hint is a sledgehammer.
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Exactly! 🙂
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In the hills just east of Healdsburg. You can see all the way to the fog. Taste the mimosa in a Viognier, the roses in a chardonnay. Cabs so fat they’re a meal. I get it. But. You asked for this one –
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I should have known you’d do this…
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Be a lot more believable if any of that gear was plugged in and you could actually sing that far off axis and sound that good.\. I always wondered what they did in the TV studio while they faked it and smacked the drums.
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In the Beach Boys’ case, I would imagine they were thinking about what they were going to do with all that money…
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Drugs and hair implants?
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From little things big dreams grow (to paraphrase). If I went places I dreamt about (in my actual sleep dreams) it would be very scary, cause my dreams are weird!
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Oh, I have those dreams as well. And I am NOT buying a ticket. Nope.
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So you really did dream of being back in Spain? How lovely! Did it replay an actual event, or show you something new?
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Well, I didn’t actually have a dream. (The title of the post is a play on the opening line of Daphne du Maurier’s “Rebecca”.) But I was flipping through some photos from the trip, found this that I remember intentionally taking with a future blog post in mind, and then I had a short daydream. Does that count? 😉
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Day dreams always count. They’re the best kind!
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