[Marxism] Climbing High Toward The Sun

["Hunter Gray" <hunterbadbear@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Note by Hunter Bear:

Background information on all of this and more is available at various
points on the upper end of our Lair of Hunterbear's Index/Directory
http://www.hunterbear.org/directory.htm  We will not, believe me, be loading
people up with medical reports -- but this is a significant turn of events.

Clyde -- to whom the attached is addressed -- is one of our very oldest
companeros and close friends.  This relationship goes back to another time,
and with consistency, to Tucson 45 years ago.  This little piece of mine,
which I published yesterday on one of our lists in response to his kind
note, indicates  that -- in my long fifteen month struggle against the most
lethally malevolent version of SLE Lupus and accompanying diabetes -- we now
may well have the offensive.  My physicians, who have made it clear that I
can expect no cure nor even a substantive remission, may be somewhat
surprised at this.  While we take nothing for granted, we are obviously
encouraged.

In Solidarity -  Hunter Gray [Hunter Bear/John R Salter, Jr]

Dear Clyde:  [October 2  2004]

Thanks to you -- and to all others -- for good words and good thoughts.  Now
who would have thought 'way back decades ago at Tucson and Raleigh that you
and I et al would have reached this really interesting point?   But, by God,
we have and we all and certainly you will keep on. . .We won't be giving
regular walking reports -- unless there is a significant milestone -- but we
will certainly continue to walk and climb, more and more and higher and
higher.  Last Spring I told family members that when we hit October we would
top out at what we call the First Top -- and today Maria and I and our
faithful Shelty did just that. Went much further than yesterday.  Long,
narrow game trails up and then 'way along a deep canyon; then on the special
trail we made several years ago through timber but have not used since July
2003; heavy aroma of pines, juniper and sage; and then Up, to right above
the old John and Marienne Gray winter valley camp of our ancestral Iroquois
fur hunting family -- with all of its  surrounding hills and high ridges and
mountains.  It is there that Peter Gray -- born, according to the family
records, "born 1818, born in the Rocky Mountains" surfaced into the world.
On this BWB list, is his present namesake Peter Gray Salter [Mack], and Beba
and other family members and the whole slew and crew of damn good friends --
All Of You.

Nothing really changes.

Our new dog, rescued from the county pound [good people who kept him alive
for several months] has turned out to be a very probably full blooded
Australian Cattle Stumpy Tail Dog, originally descended from the Australian
sheep dogs but now a separate breed.  This explains his very facile ability
to catch [and eat] flies -- always the bane of cattle and herdsmen.  He is
essentially very gentle.

Through this menagerie of people and dogs and cats [rabbits and the turtle
are in generous confines for their own protection] moves the  haughty Family
Boss:  the one half Bobcat, Cloudy Gray.  Occasionally she favors someone
with a warm nudge and a purr -- but often a bat with her furry front paws
[claws usually pulled, not always.]

Our very best to you, Clyde, and to All.  Hunter  [Hunter Bear]

HUNTER GRAY  [HUNTER BEAR]   Micmac /St. Francis Abenaki/St. Regis Mohawk
www.hunterbear.org
Protected by Na´shdo´i´ba´i´
and Ohkwari'

In our Gray Hole, the ghosts often dance in the junipers and sage, on the
game trails, in the tributary canyons with the thick red maples, and on the
high windy ridges -- and they dance from within the very essence of our own
inner being. They do this especially when the bright night moon shines down
on the clean white snow that covers the valley and its surroundings.  Then
it is as bright as day -- but in an always soft and mysterious and
remembering way. [Hunter Bear]



----- Original Message -----
  Sent: Saturday, October 02, 2004 3:03 PM
  Subject: Re: [BearwWthoutBorders] The Cattle Guard


  Hunter, [In response to the initial cattle guard post of 10/1/04]

  This is a wonder-full post.  It warmed the cockles of my heart. (hmmmmm.
What do cockles have to do with one's heart?) It surely does bring joy to me
that you are feeling better, looking better, walking to higher heights,
enjoying those vistas that you thought you might never see again.  And, yes,
DO turn to poetry -- at least long enough to compose the poem for Eldri!!
       May you and your family be well and happy.
       Paz, Clyde
HUNTER GRAY  [HUNTER BEAR]   Micmac /St. Francis Abenaki/St. Regis Mohawk
www.hunterbear.org
Protected by Na´shdo´i´ba´i´
and Ohkwari'

In our Gray Hole, the ghosts often dance in the junipers and sage, on the
game trails, in the tributary canyons with the thick red maples, and on the
high windy ridges -- and they dance from within the very essence of our own
inner being. They do this especially when the bright night moon shines down
on the clean white snow that covers the valley and its surroundings.  Then
it is as bright as day -- but in an always soft and mysterious and
remembering way. [Hunter Bear]









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