Spiritual home...
- TyroneShoelaces
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- I.D.10-t
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Can a nomadic spirit have a home?
When I close my eyes and imagine where I want to be, I think of an article I read years ago about floating islands that break away. I have always thought about strapping thousands of barrels together and creating one. I would plant cherry trees and raise emus and bunnies on the island and teach the bunnies to harvest the cherries (perhaps using ramps or emus to reach the cherries). The strange thing is that I do not particularly like cherries.
My spirit would drift on the island and visit all of the places shown in this thread and other places that are horrible. It wants to see it all. Even Nuristan's beautiful blue waters would bore my spirit in time. It wants to find perfection and beauty where it is. Often it wants to go to a new place to find different beauty. I have not been disappointed.
A rucksack is what my spirit wants to call home.
When I close my eyes and imagine where I want to be, I think of an article I read years ago about floating islands that break away. I have always thought about strapping thousands of barrels together and creating one. I would plant cherry trees and raise emus and bunnies on the island and teach the bunnies to harvest the cherries (perhaps using ramps or emus to reach the cherries). The strange thing is that I do not particularly like cherries.
My spirit would drift on the island and visit all of the places shown in this thread and other places that are horrible. It wants to see it all. Even Nuristan's beautiful blue waters would bore my spirit in time. It wants to find perfection and beauty where it is. Often it wants to go to a new place to find different beauty. I have not been disappointed.
A rucksack is what my spirit wants to call home.
"Be not deceived by the sweet words of proverbial philosophy. Sugar of lead is a poison."
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I have to admit that I have slipped into the light a long time ago.dubhlinn wrote:mukade wrote:
Don't go into the light...
choose the dark side.
Mukade
Slan,
D.
When I was in Dublin last summer I did go past the Guinness Brewery, and I sampled a few bottles of the dark brew, but I was not impressed. Maybe somewhere in the middle with a light amber would be great for me.
I have been doing some masonry work on my house this summer, so when I look at the above photo of the Guinness gate, I see masonry. I like the old stonework, but the new stonework looks like concrete blocks. I think that they should have taken the time to make the new masonry match the beauty of the old work. Yes, I know that sooner or later the beer truck drivers are probably going to run into it (I see that they have already tried that), but at least for awhile it could look really nice.
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My heart is divided between the place of my birth, the American heartland, and my adopted home of 30 years, the American southwest.
Empire Beach on Lake Michigan is a place that I return to year after year. A free public beach with good swimming and magnificent views makes this a wonderful spot to relax. I love to walk along the beach to the large sand dunes along the shore.
As I mentioned above, I lived in Arizona for 30 years. I did field work in the rugged mountains, looking for minerals and whatever else I could discover. I feel more at home here than anywhere else I have been, which is not to say that I don't also like my present home in Indiana, my home state. I include this photo to show that sandals and socks also work on a mountain trail in the Santa Rita Mountains south of Tucson.
Empire Beach on Lake Michigan is a place that I return to year after year. A free public beach with good swimming and magnificent views makes this a wonderful spot to relax. I love to walk along the beach to the large sand dunes along the shore.
As I mentioned above, I lived in Arizona for 30 years. I did field work in the rugged mountains, looking for minerals and whatever else I could discover. I feel more at home here than anywhere else I have been, which is not to say that I don't also like my present home in Indiana, my home state. I include this photo to show that sandals and socks also work on a mountain trail in the Santa Rita Mountains south of Tucson.
Both of those places are miserable. I would discourage anybody from going to either of those places, bad places, bad places.Doug_Tipple wrote:My heart is divided between the place of my birth, the American heartland, and my adopted home of 30 years, the American southwest.
Empire Beach on Lake Michigan is a place that I return to year after year. A free public beach with good swimming and magnificent views makes this a wonderful spot to relax. I love to walk along the beach to the large sand dunes along the shore.
As I mentioned above, I lived in Arizona for 30 years. I did field work in the rugged mountains, looking for minerals and whatever else I could discover. I feel more at home here than anywhere else I have been, which is not to say that I don't also like my present home in Indiana, my home state. I include this photo to show that sandals and socks also work on a mountain trail in the Santa Rita Mountains south of Tucson.
I would also discourage people from ever visiting my home town, Santa Barbara. It's a nasty place.dwest wrote: Both of those places are miserable. I would discourage anybody from going to either of those places, bad places, bad places.
~ Diane
Flutes: Tipple D and E flutes and a Casey Burns Boxwood Rudall D flute
Whistles: Jerry Freeman Tweaked D Blackbird
Flutes: Tipple D and E flutes and a Casey Burns Boxwood Rudall D flute
Whistles: Jerry Freeman Tweaked D Blackbird