excerpts from a solo sabbatical : Oh, my heart hurts! It is the pursuit of the impossible. By the way, I am drinking Whiskey and Capri Sun. Might he help me navigate the desert soil? Could he understand the overwhelming nature of nature? Could he help raise goats and tomatoes and other peoples' kids? I wonder if I spent 8 years here, would this become MY landscape? Is there a place in my soul that is indelibly marked by the Southwest, so that Hamilton Mesa and South Park and Three Guns Trail are my only signifiers of simultaneous home and beauty? The desert lends itself so easily to fantasy and to action. I look at the blue meets blue horizon, and I do not know what to do. I want my life to be site specific and I want that life NOW! I want the weather to decide what I do with my day. I love nature so much more than I love mankind and its messiness.
Friday, February 01, 2008
late november (stones from Limantour Spit, Point Reyes National Seashore)
excerpts from a solo sabbatical : Oh, my heart hurts! It is the pursuit of the impossible. By the way, I am drinking Whiskey and Capri Sun. Might he help me navigate the desert soil? Could he understand the overwhelming nature of nature? Could he help raise goats and tomatoes and other peoples' kids? I wonder if I spent 8 years here, would this become MY landscape? Is there a place in my soul that is indelibly marked by the Southwest, so that Hamilton Mesa and South Park and Three Guns Trail are my only signifiers of simultaneous home and beauty? The desert lends itself so easily to fantasy and to action. I look at the blue meets blue horizon, and I do not know what to do. I want my life to be site specific and I want that life NOW! I want the weather to decide what I do with my day. I love nature so much more than I love mankind and its messiness.
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