The immediacy of the narrator's sense and love of place is luminous. Thank you, Tom. This is about home. What we can never "possess," but where we can be present, witnessing, and grateful. Your writing in all of its facets reminds me of the gift of this attentiveness.
Oh yes, the access to the 'modern' world...such a conundrum.
Our property in NE Oregon has little to no internet/cell phone access. I Love that. On the other hand, if we had the fiber optic then we Could actually live there, i.e. I could WORK from there... but would that more curse than blessing? (it's destroyed me once before...not able to enjoy a place/property I loved because I was working all the time to pay the bills...).
"The miles vanished without conscious awareness, engulfed in a sea of darkness sweeping in from behind and no longer parted by light"
".. only that black sloshing ocean of Time, with me navigating my little boat toward a small broken house and a warm woodstove. Beyond this, the future seemed vast and unknowable."
I love this drawing into the moment, which is all we have, the future always vas and unknowable, and sometimes the past is too....
Thank you for your thoughts on this, Mariah. That is a a grim warning from your personal history with technology! My wife looks forward to better communication over there (especially from me!). As with most things digital, I am ambivalent. Here I am, writing to you and loving it. But over there? A journal and pen and some quiet space has filled the bill for years.
The immediacy of the narrator's sense and love of place is luminous. Thank you, Tom. This is about home. What we can never "possess," but where we can be present, witnessing, and grateful. Your writing in all of its facets reminds me of the gift of this attentiveness.
Thank you, Carter! I'm not sure where the miles go when they disappear from conscious awareness.
Oh yes, the access to the 'modern' world...such a conundrum.
Our property in NE Oregon has little to no internet/cell phone access. I Love that. On the other hand, if we had the fiber optic then we Could actually live there, i.e. I could WORK from there... but would that more curse than blessing? (it's destroyed me once before...not able to enjoy a place/property I loved because I was working all the time to pay the bills...).
"The miles vanished without conscious awareness, engulfed in a sea of darkness sweeping in from behind and no longer parted by light"
".. only that black sloshing ocean of Time, with me navigating my little boat toward a small broken house and a warm woodstove. Beyond this, the future seemed vast and unknowable."
I love this drawing into the moment, which is all we have, the future always vas and unknowable, and sometimes the past is too....
Thank you for your thoughts on this, Mariah. That is a a grim warning from your personal history with technology! My wife looks forward to better communication over there (especially from me!). As with most things digital, I am ambivalent. Here I am, writing to you and loving it. But over there? A journal and pen and some quiet space has filled the bill for years.
"A journal and pen and some quiet space"...oh yes, how I long for that!!