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Winter birds sing

their winter song

Who will feed the winter birds

[...] The seeking toward birth is a spiritual stimuli that is then re-enacted, but in new creative ways: so that Ruburt in winter, particularly in late winter, is on the one hand working toward new births of energy and creativity; and on the other is aware of the very need for such new birth, that would be implied in a before-birth situation.

[...] Ruburt, however, equates winter, to some extent, with being unborn, however. [...] With the physical condition to some extent the tendencies in winter were overemphasized. [...]

[...] In winter, whatever attitudes Ruburt has are intensified, emphasized, worked with, but it is not a period conducive of change or fluidity.

[...] The cat would have died that winter (four years ago). [...] In a part of his reality he did die that winter. [...]

What magicians we all are,
turning darkness into light,
transforming invisible atoms
into the dazzling theater
of the world,
pulling objects,
(people as well
as rabbits)
out of secret
microscopic closets,
turning winter into summer,
making a palmful of moments
disappear through time’s trap door.

[...] With Winged also makes interesting reading along with the verse from her much earlier poem, Summer Is Winter; see page 1 of Volume 1 of “Unknown” Reality).

(“A connection with music” can result from the fact that Bill played jazz on a phonograph at his gallery during the exhibition in which I participated last winter; he plays music also at each exhibition he presents.

[...] At the time of the exhibition I participated in at Bill’s gallery last winter, he had not had the gallery open very long. [...]

[...] We are not sure of the “steeple shape,” unless it may apply to some of the modern sculpture also on exhibit in the gallery last winter.

Something which you have forgotten makes you uncomfortable at Christmas time, Joseph, and Ruburt becomes uncomfortable in late winter if the space situation is not comfortable to him, so that your periods of psychic discomfort somewhat overlap. [...] You, Joseph, have come through the winter in excellent condition, considering last winter.

(Jane also reported that twice within the past two days she had received “flashes” in the third person, to the effect that our bed, temporarily in the living room, should be moved to my empty studio in the back of the apartment if we are still here next winter. [...]

[...] The combination of late winter and a pent-up emotional reaction to the room situation should be avoided if possible. [...]

This was tied in with the felt slowdown of winter. [...] He does normally slow down in winter, which is perfectly all right, taken alone.

[...] They were winter trees, you see, done in black. [...]

[...] Whatever stockings or winter legwear he has should be discarded. [...]

The situation frightened him of course further, and you, so for the winter he largely sat in one chair in one room. This chair (indicated), being used to get from room to room, was at that point creative, and it got him involved in the household again, and greatly added to the exercise given the legs over the entire day, for sometimes he walked to the bathroom three times in the winter, but for the rest of the day his motion was most limited.

(Over the weekend Jane’s father and his companion, Midge, stopped by in Elmira on their way to Florida for the winter. [...]

[...] The purpose of the whole sequence was reassuring, and in overall nature had to do with the personality’s inner reaction to the season of an approaching winter and the ever symbolic death that it suggests.

On one level then Ruburt was psychically anticipating winter with its symbolism, and he involved you in his concern. [...]

[...] Earlier caught myself stewing over my windows new room being accessible that is, noticeable; then cleared that up saying that Frank, etc., will be gone; phone book won’t have address; winter coming—but if I have to, I’ll lock the screen door or put up a note working hours no guests; but anyhow I’ll make conscious decisions and take steps. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s psychic state is much improved over his usual late winter state, and this seasonal susceptibility is also somewhat responsible for his occasional, really deep feelings of discouragement.

And do not fall, either of you, into winter doldrums. [...]

[...] She felt hot and uncomfortable, even though a window was wide open and the blower on [the air conditioning aspect of the blower has evidently been turned off for the winter by the hospital]. [...]

Give us a moment… The cat would have died that winter. [...] In a part of his reality he did die that winter. [...]

(Four years ago this winter it was damaged by fire. [...]

The winter doldrums always affect him, but are of course reinforced. [...]

[...] Yet if you are in the Northeast in the wintertime, you had better be experiencing a physical winter (humorously), or you are far divorced from primary sense data.

[...] Emotional and psychic changes sometimes sweep her willy-nilly, with the changes from winter to spring having to do with chemical rather than glandular adjustments. [...]

(The photo is of a winter scene, with brilliant contrasts of light and shadow. [...]

[...] It seems reasonable to agree with Seth; I do not believe such shadows can be found in the morning during the winter months.