Well put, presented, a great pleasure to read, and definitely intriguing. I think you're on the mark with Whitmer, too. You've also spoken to me at length about leaving Taos, and I've been enough places that I feel homesick for virtually all of them depending on the time of year in northern New Mexico or something that I've read about another place I'm not. My situation is that I'm not "at home" anywhere specific, though. It has to be the whole damn Earth or nothing. And I've come to think my purpose in this life has mostly been to wander deep in the unconscious. That's mostly all I've ever done. Inner rather than outer. Now I think I'd simply like to laugh again and that it doesn't matter where I live—until I start to think about relocating all over again and doubt myself. By the time this settles out, if it ever does, I'll probably already be dead. Now there's a joke from up on high.
I've been traveling fairly constantly my entire life, John, as a journalist and a guy who likes to wander, so I think I understand what you are saying. I do have places that feel like home for me, and these are usually wherever I find my close friends. But I've found after all the miles and years that I am comfortable almost any place. That's pretty much what travel does to us. However, I know what it's like to find a place that you can keep exploring, and where you are comfortable, and also know the landscape, and that spot is hard to leave. My suspicion is even if you leave Taos, you will always keep coming back because it is the last place you shared with Kathy for so long. Also, please write more; especially when you go to serenade her in Iowa.
Taos as a *base* where all the stuff is has evolved to some extent. Nothing wrong with that, but ya *gotta get away* from here a lot more than I do. That of course is the Terrible High Desert™ angle.
well said.... (If you seek shelter from the heat, drought and hostile politics, return to Michigan, my friend.
Well put, presented, a great pleasure to read, and definitely intriguing. I think you're on the mark with Whitmer, too. You've also spoken to me at length about leaving Taos, and I've been enough places that I feel homesick for virtually all of them depending on the time of year in northern New Mexico or something that I've read about another place I'm not. My situation is that I'm not "at home" anywhere specific, though. It has to be the whole damn Earth or nothing. And I've come to think my purpose in this life has mostly been to wander deep in the unconscious. That's mostly all I've ever done. Inner rather than outer. Now I think I'd simply like to laugh again and that it doesn't matter where I live—until I start to think about relocating all over again and doubt myself. By the time this settles out, if it ever does, I'll probably already be dead. Now there's a joke from up on high.
I've been traveling fairly constantly my entire life, John, as a journalist and a guy who likes to wander, so I think I understand what you are saying. I do have places that feel like home for me, and these are usually wherever I find my close friends. But I've found after all the miles and years that I am comfortable almost any place. That's pretty much what travel does to us. However, I know what it's like to find a place that you can keep exploring, and where you are comfortable, and also know the landscape, and that spot is hard to leave. My suspicion is even if you leave Taos, you will always keep coming back because it is the last place you shared with Kathy for so long. Also, please write more; especially when you go to serenade her in Iowa.
Taos as a *base* where all the stuff is has evolved to some extent. Nothing wrong with that, but ya *gotta get away* from here a lot more than I do. That of course is the Terrible High Desert™ angle.
I am persuaded on all counts. Also, this is thoughtfully, beautifully written. Thanks, Jim. See you in the Mitten. I hope.
Thanks, Glenn. Always great to hear from you. And let me know when I can show you around the north country.
As always a great read J.B.
I don't think you could sell me a February in Flint though .Not even at half price..Brrrrrr! Love ya man.
I did 18 winters in Flint. I can assure you your judgment is sound, my friend.
You made the case. Gotta take another look at Michigan.