My Life Between the Dimensions

  THE ROCK Photo by the author 2023 It’s just a rock.  Or is it?  When does an inanimate object breach the precise laws of nature and the universe and become something more? Perhaps some of the time it intersects with some life form--an animal--a bird--or a child-- in a way that elevates it to a vault of memories-- or alters the course of a life. I first came to sit on this rock--this limestone composite here beside the swirling waters below Kentucky Dam on the Tennessee River--at possibly no more than 12 years of age.  Anyone that has ever chanced a heart attack and made the descent to fish the periphery of the swift waters below Kentucky Dam on the Tennessee River knows the location of the pile of boulders at the bottom left of their journey down the steep stairway from the parking lot.  My mother, God bless her, drove to Grand Rivers from our Meacham Lane home in McCracken County, KY every couple of weeks in the summer beginning around 1958 to have her hair d...