SOLDIER OF FORTUNE IN THE 30 YEARS'
life is one of the fragments I captured with Kay Ortmans at
Wellsprings. In fact, I believe it is the first one that
emerged, and it happened only after a long enough time that
I had begun doubting that anything at all would occur. It is
as though I fell asleep listening to the swelling music
issuing from her loudspeakers set high in the corners of the
A-frame building that was her studio as she was massaged me
under the thick layer of blankets that were wrapped around
me against the chill.
come on a scene in which I was a young man, married to a
lovely young girl and living with her in a small hut on the
side of a trail or pathway that led up and down the
mountainside. I believe I was making a living for us by
cutting wood and selling it down below.
whatever I had been doing, in this scene I was saying
goodbye to my young wife, and setting off down the mountain
trail with my few extra clothes and a bit of bread and
cheese wrapped in a cloth which I suspended from a stick
across my shoulder. My mood was one of insoucient gayety,
cheerfully waving and shouting my goodbye to her as I
marched jauntily down the mountainside, off to make my
fortune as a mercenary soldier fighting for the king. I had
heard that soldiers were wanted to swell the ranks of that
army, and had decided to escape the drudgery of making a
precarious living by joining up instead of working myself
into exhaustion for the rest of my
back, I saw that my wife was standing by the door, silent
and stunned by the unexpectedness of my precipitate action.
all I know of that life - except that the wife I abandoned
so insouciantly in that one was my mother in this
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