Writing, Unobstructed
Well that was fast.
I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.
Who knows why things happen the way they do?
Or, why we respond the way we do to certain inputs. I got home yesterday ready to write down something, anything, and really everything.
But I didn’t. That was by choice, though.
Let me first address the previous piece. I said I was going to go fishing, and I was, but I ended up meeting up with an old friend on a new venture.
On occasion I remember there are real people in my local area. Not including my wife and my children, either. But actual, non-plastic, non-scripted individuals leading real lives. It’s a trip, really.
Last weekend the friend, we’ll call him “Guy”, and myself, we’ll call me “myself”, well, we were texting back and forth. During that, we decided it would be fun to meet up and for me to come and take a look at what he has been up to. The meet up was scheduled for Wednesday but we hadn’t scheduled a time.
That morning I sent a feeler text but hadn’t heard anything by the time I hit “continue” on the last piece. It was almost immediately afterward that I got a text back so I put on my “Dad” cargo shorts, long black socks, and tennis shoes and headed downtown to his new project.
That was the decision I needed to make. I didn’t catch anything yesterday, mainly because I didn’t go fishing, but I’d say the three or so hours I spent with him and his wife were well worth it.
One thing I appreciate about hanging out with “Guy” is he has this mind I can’t wrap my own head around. So I’ll be talking about something and there’s an instant connection. He KNOWS about it, he understands it. Even talking about “thrownness” and existentialism. There’s something about being grounded in reality yet overwhelmed at the beauty and majesty of everything around us that’s just brilliant, and that seems to be how he lives.
At least, at a glance. I’m sure there’s much more to him than that.
Long story short… ish… it was a great afternoon eating outside and taking in the scenery that’s close to me but I’ve never seen.
And somehow that was enough to get the juices flowing again, writing wise.
This morning I did end up going fishing. I hate thinking about fishing and then not going. It eats at me, so I was heading to the gas station and just made the decision to head out to the pond.
Well, I got blanked, but it was still a great experience.
The ole Mama Goose that has been there year after year was yet again on a nest. That means we’re going to have some babies learning to swim on that little pond again this year, which is exciting. Last year there were two Mama Geese (Goosen?) but she didn’t come back after her goslings grew up, so we’re back down to the one.
That’s all for now.
I hope you’re all doing well.
Regards,
Dad