Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Like the Road... a Mind Makes Its Own Circles

There's the grey of dawn creeping over the mountains. The rig rocking winds of yesterday fell quiet in the night... the dust has settled, at least for a bit. It's predicted to be windy all along the way today.

A long run starting in a few hours. From Moab to the edge of the Colorado plains at Fort Collins.

From the Red rocks of Utah through the High Rockies...

The circle closes... it's a sadness and a wonder all at the same time. I fear the loss of the road... but... look forward to putting my head back into a shop again... Life seems that way in most things. Contrary to the commercial, most times, you can ~ only have just one ~ so you have to sacrifice one thing... if you want to explore the other...

So... the road yields to a shop again... and whatever else comes on that trail...

The sun rises and sets... and my little tribulations and difficulties have no affect on it. It has for eons before me and will long after I'm a long forgotten memory... like the fourth grain of sand that the river ate out of the Grand Canyon...

Insignificance is tough on an ego... until you grasp that it puts things into a proper perspective ~ if you let it. Once you remember that 99% of all the baloney we're taught to waste life tormenting over... is a Totally useless and meaningless waste of energy and time...

It's all like a grain of sand in the Colorado river... take it out... take a thousand of 'em out and dump 'em in the Bronx... and it has No Affect on Either... "It don't mean nuthin' "

Who has what, Other peoples opinions of yourself, my opinions of them, Politics, demothug/republidud, obamadontcare, control, zoning ordinances, careers, bank accounts, storage sheds, chevy/ford/dodge, nationalism, racism, arrogance, greed, cruelty... the list of things that are of little or negative value... or downright emotional cancers is endless...

So... what?

You're born... you exist for a while... and then in spite of all your insurance, health food, no smoking, safe sex and gym memberships... you're dust in the wind again...

So... What then?

A hot cup of coffee cradled in your hands standing on the heater vent in a dark, frigid morning...

The breeze cooling your sweaty face when you reach the mountain top...

The dogs head resting on your knee, sitting on the porch on a late summer afternoon...

A colt running and bucking across the grass in a pasture...

A picture in your mind... painted onto a canvas... or carved into leather...

A soft word from a true friend...

The sorrow of losing that true friend and the sweet memory of them you will always hold close...

A cool beer sitting sweaty and dusty looking out at the fading day... after all the hay is stacked in the barn... while the horses and cattle stand at the bunks having their evening feed...

It's a lesson with a shelf life... it runs contrary to the goals of the "powers that be", so you're trained and conditioned to repress it. The lesson is lost under the relentless droning of that system and must be repeatedly, consciously, relearned and refreshed...

It don't mean nuthin' ... the calm and fulfilment a drifter seeks is not found in endless movement through far views or any physical things... He runs and struggles looking to capture it... and then... He finds it right where it always was...

...right between his ears...


Coming Full Circle... Again
Brian

4 comments:

Roxy the traveling dog said...

Awesome! I need to remember all that right now. We left beautiful warm Arizona because we HAD to get back to my husbands shop so he can get some stuff made. Upcoming art shows and all that. It's cold, dreary, too many people, too much noise, and I hate it here. But, it has to be this way. For another month or so anyway.

Cindy Kingma said...

Hugs...

Jeff and Lori said...

As Hombre said: "We all die, just a question on when."

Mark Johnson said...

Something positive always accompany "change."
Family and familiarity comes to mind.
And those "far country" views, they're just a few minutes away.
At least you can say you went…you followed your dream. It's not over, it's just put on the shelf for now…awaiting, biding it's time.
The "journey" continues, this is just a "detour."
Embrace change and look for Sara N. Dippity…she's in there somewhere.
Box Canyon