And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound
Apr. 29th, 2009 @ 10:14 pm
I always figured that, at some point, I'd reach a place in life where I'd be living in a place somewhere in or near the mountains: Montana, northern Idaho, maybe even somewhere in Oregon. I like the seasons and I especially like a good winter with snow.
But I grew up in the South. I spent a good deal of time in Mississippi during the Summer. I did a lot of fishing, a lot of walking and exploring and a lot of reading. And it's kinda grown on me.
I know that the South, and Mississippi, has a certain cultural bias - not entirely undeserved - consisting of images of race riots, rednecks and unsavory cariacatures. But I also remember catching large mouth bass and blue gill and catfish, and dressing and cooking them up the same day. Of picking and eating figs from a tree. Of taking fish and meal and bread to the 'poor people' down the road and free-falling from a swing - made from a tire or a stuffed potato sack - forty feet or more out over a pond and dropping thirty feet into water as soft as the sun that warmed it. Of people who could tell stories and some who wrote them down, and the names of some of them are remembered in world-wide circles.
So, while my preference, physically, desires peaks and streams, there is a part of me that looks further south from time-to-time, especially the older I get. I'm having a heavy desire to simplify, to need and want less, to have less, and to try and do some good, to help out my neighbor along the way. Try and make it matter that I was ever here in the first place. 'Cause there has to be a reason or what's the point? So I'm wondering where I'm bound, what it matters and what's the point.
The point, as I see it: http://osopher.wordpress.com/2009/04/30/m
I like that blog. Is that yours? Nice look and feel.
Re: 'the point', I avoid some fat - in bulk at least; I read lots of books, good and less-than-good; I try and get along with just about everybody but am less successful than I'd like to be, but I still try to be nice while letting them be
. I do a bit of walking.
But 'the Point' still eludes me.
So, I'll keep walking, keep reading, keep wondering and try to 'avoid foods that angry up the blood', and, hopefully, when it's over, I'll be able to think I did more than exist; made some kind of difference and didn't merely take up space.
It is, thanks.
As Eric Idle sings, even if we are just taking up space we're not taking up much, cosmically speaking. But maybe the point IS something else. "42?"
"42" - heh heh. I haven't heard that in a long time, from someone besides me, I mean. Maybe I should revisit the works of Goober Pyle, the Philosopher.
Goober, sure. And Freud.(Pron. "Frood," rhymes with food). He had it all figured out, you know.
Yeah, ol' 'Siggy' figured that one out a long time ago.
|Date:||May 2nd, 2009 04:22 pm (UTC)|| |
We went to Holly Springs once when I was a kid. I just remember that it had a lot of fine old antebellum homes, including one that once belonged to ancestor named Wynne. I have a real deep down hankering to go back. But if I move, it will probably be to Arkansas or Texas. Texas still remembers the Alamo. TerryB
I think the Ozarks are one of the best kept secrets in the country. Some nice mountains and great springs and lakes. Did some fishing over there when I was a kid. I could hang out in the Ozarks.
|Date:||May 3rd, 2009 12:52 am (UTC)|| |
We lived in the Ozarks when I was a kid, and I've been all over them. Then we moved to the flood plain, then to Little Rock. It's a great state. Glad the Clintons left, though. TerryB