A heartwarming magical story for the Holidays in the tradition of well-loved Yuletide tales.
Somewhere between waking and sleeping on our journey towards the unfathomable deep, there comes a thin moment where we have one foot in the waking world and the other is in that other world where we relinquish conscious control.
Pausing here and straddled between two planets that drive one another like gears, the attentive traveler will notice a narrow door only wide enough to sidle through.
This is the border of sleep, where imagination and reality are braided together, a chasm in the crust of consciousness, venting the hot pumice of imagery into the irresistible magma of narrative.
Welcome to episode 57 of Stories from the Borders of Sleep, a special festive edition for the holidays.
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The soundtrack for this week's episode is by Sambody Prem from the album Seven Waves of Knowing, which as usual, is available from magnitude.com so if you are ready to journey with me, then I shall begin Decorations by Seymour Jacklin on the first day of December, it snowed properly for the first time.
One of the boys in the class had been the first to notice and announce it to the rest of them.
On seeing the huge flakes coming down, Jenny's teacher lost control for a few moments.
It was as if someone had tipped the classroom up and all the loose children slid down one side to stack up against the windows.
Looking upwards.
The snowflakes were scattering downwards, quiet shadows on grey that made the sky look dirty.
But as they settled on the ground, the children watched the grubby asphalt of the playground turn white.
Some of them were clamouring to be allowed outside, but they had only just come back after lunch break, and the teacher had another idea for getting their attention back to their formal education.
Back to your desks, everyone.
She reassured them that there would be plenty of time to play in the snow, and it was best to wait until it had settled properly anyway.
She wrote on the board I love snow because and set them the task of completing the sentence in as many ways as they could think of.
Jenny did well with the task.
I love snow because it looks beautiful.