Stories, Thoughts, and Ramblings from the edge
Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.
- Mary Ritter Beard
Traveling. Since I last wrote, I mean truly wrote, I’ve been traveling both physically and spiritually. Music and history in Nashville. Flavors and new friends in San Antonio. And frozen on a runway in Dallas. I’ve also left one place of work for another. I’ve learned. I’ve experienced. And I’ve begun anew on writing.
Since 2007, I’ve started off and on writing about the world I once knew. One that is fading. It began with the phone call. My mom was sick and was limited on this earth.
Once, you get past that fact, you begin to wonder what now? And you think of regrets and your life.
Thankfully Mom is okay.
But I began writing. I wrote of my life growing up. In a place so detached from where I live now. I wrote dark and serious.
Then I stopped.
So what was the point of it all? Not to diss. Not to piss on the world. I wanted rather to write about that life, what i learned. What i wanted to write about was death of that world. It was the great fall I was interested in. And the humor that came around it.
So that’s what I’ve chosen to do. It’s twisted and dark. Serious and embolden. But most important it is a life I once knew. Illustrated.
I’ll be posting excerpts, pictures, and articles on the process. Comments are encouraged. Even the absurd. I hope you enjoy the ride.