Here is a blog to get me blogging. I don't know what happened to that part of me that liked to spill the beans. Lately I'm forever sweeping them up. But, today, I will scatter them like rain and then tread on those tiny pebbles 'til my bare feet hurt and I want to go home. Lovely vistas, rocky places, random forms of wildlife relaxing in the road... it doesn't really matter what you talk about, or how, or when. What matters is that you do talk, otherwise you're nothing more than a mute banjo hanging by a thread.
All my life I've wanted someone to love me the way he did that one time we went to the treetops and recorded the sunrise. It was a lovely dream that awakened to the sudden sound of surf, a shower of rain, and a near-pass-by that almost resulted in a head-on colllision. There were night walks with giant land crabs, treacherous climbs, and lots of swimmings hand-in-hand. We had breakfast, lunch, & dinner & a jeep named Sunny. We saw some of everything there was to see and left unmarred. At the end, it was like when Cinderella's beautiful ball gown turned into a homely house dress and apron, only it was a lovely fish taco which transformed into a cheese quesadilla. All you have to do is blink and stand in line for three hours, and you're gone. One minute you're diving into the ocean surrounded by all that is lovely in the world, and then, next thing you know, you're wet, salty, sticky, & have sand in your shoes. What's interesting is that you don't do anything about it, because you're still coasting down from that lovely green peak. Now, you just ready yourself to round the next curve, which will likely land you on the brink of a herd of goats; but as you squeal your brakes and go around, what do you do? You snap a picture. Why? Because even though those stumpy road blocks interrupt your lovely traverse and could send you driving off the side of a cliff, they are a part of the story, one you will likely forget if you don't write it down. And without obstacles and obstructions, there's nothing but nothingness, and if there were no twists & turns, all would be straight. Somehow, crumbly canyon walls, deep dark crevices where anything could be lurking, and sliding backwards down a muddy hillside with no railings in the middle of a rainstorm bring as much meaning to the picture as butterflies and rainbows. I don't really get it, but I kind of sort of do; and dwelling on it in this way is better for me than not. This is life... everyone knows it. Ups & downs, goods & bads, vacations & homecomings; is it a wonder I should need to talk it out? So anyway, aside from the beauty & wonder of the tropics, home is where my heart is and now it is time for me to leave this blog and get back there. Lovely adventures always land you back in the snugness of your well-kept hobbit hole.