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Why Not ?

It just got real. We hit the “print boarding pass” button and instantly, I feel that queasy/happy feeling in my tummy.

I folded my boarding pass, stuffed it into my not-so-attractive fanny pack, and have been walking around the house like I am some kind of confident world traveler. Which I am not. But, I am as ready as this near-70 year old, mostly introvert, can be.

In light of all of the last minute preparations, are you surprised that I naturally found myself sitting down at the keyboard?

I was a bit, but writing is one way for me to settle into myself and become present to its gift. As soon as I began typing, I began thinking about the many trips our parents took and enjoyed when they were our age, and about others who, by their travels, inspired me to want to see more, including:

Earl and Ersel Fath, of Chrisman, Illinois. After a hugely successful career in Geology, working with the U.S. Geological Survey and in oil fields around the world, then concluding his career as chairman of the Department of Astronomy at Carlton College, Earl and his wife Ersel retired in Chrisman where they became close friends with my Grandpa and Grandma Rogers. On one trip, they brought Trudy and I the most beautiful bracelets from Thailand. I still have both of our bracelets and the sweet box in which they came.

And,

My Uncle Dick, Aunt Dot, and her sister, Miriam. They traveled the world and made going to far-away places a little less scary, and, as Miriam once said to me, “why not?”

So here we go. In some little weird and wonderful way, I feel they are going with us and cheering us on to discovery and fun. And, Why not?

*I found this obituary for Earl Fath to be fascinating. It is so much fun thinking of Earl and Ersel again, and to call their name out after so many years. https://rock.geosociety.org/net/documents/gsa/memorials/v08/Fath-AE.pdf

Rockport

Rockport Fishing © twyatt 2014A few moments on the balcony looking out to the edge of sky and water.  Water and earth.

Bob is fishing off the bank and has signaled that he already has snagged two good sized trout.

Settling back into my water-scape view, tears swell as naturally as the persistent, gentle lapping of waves against the concrete bulkhead.

These are the good days.

In hindsight we’ll see more of the incredible gift of these easy times, even as we know in these moments their delicate joys.

The Hill Country #2 : Bucking the System

Wimberley View BlueHillscapes.  Sun.  Tea.  Books.  Birdsongs.  And a new location – on the other side of the hill.  Quiet.  It takes a little time to unwind.  I forget that when planning a trip. And sometimes it takes changing our minds and changing our location as we did last night.  It was a good move.

Now the breezes come and go, the small manmade waterfall offers her calming rhythm, the hawks glide overhead on rising currents of warming air, and I think about … how much does the soul weigh? Continue reading The Hill Country #2 : Bucking the System

Day 1 in Paradise : Like a Bat in the Dark

Southwind Porch in the Sun T Wyatt © 2014I’m not settled. I could maybe relax if I knew I didn’t have to go somewhere and do what people would do when here – hike, explore, be active in nature.  But I just sit.

This porch is nice but I’m finding it difficult to not think about what it would take to own a place like this, or when we leave finding the next B&B to go to and avoid going home. This constant and mostly unconscious need to mentally leave the present for more of what was abandoned in the now is too familiar – like pressing my tongue again and again against the rough edges of a tooth.  I can’t seem to stop the circular thinking long enough to lay down pencil and paper for the view, or ignore the droning noise of cars and trucks racing along the nearby blacktop road.  I’m flabbergasted at how these sounds echo through the hills and mimic the toll way volumes of Houston. Continue reading Day 1 in Paradise : Like a Bat in the Dark