Hmm
I sometimes truly enjoy never having an evening set in stone, or having plans that can be canceled. Just a shifting day and night of things that happen and do not happen and I tend not to be displeased either way the wind blows. This sort of behavior on my part does nothing to quell the wander lust. No wonder I feel no shame when I dissapear for weeks and people know not where I am.
Maybe one day I'll just move for a month and feel actual grass between my toes instead of this harsh concrete.
When I come back I wonder what I will say was my reason for just running off.
other than I wanted to see the stars.
I remember a trip up to frederick MD with CCBC people. I couldn't believe how some of them bitched about the rooms in the cabins not having any tv and insisted I was insane for wanting to sit outside on a blanket and stare at the sky at night. It was cold out and there were bugs and skunks everywhere and what on earth is wrong with me.
and I couldnt' only wonder how could the majesty of nature not be enough to entrance and entertain them for hours. I was mesmerized by the sky and the explosion of stars that I was unable to see from my urban bedroom. I was hypnotized by the sounds of crickets and birds and rustling of grass that rarely can be heard above the roaring police sirens and occasional car alarm.
The quiet that exists on the edge of the country is something that can not be heard in the city and to me was a rare opportunity to soak in something that I would not often get to encounter again. How could they view this as an incursion to what they were comfortable with instead as an outing to the unfamiliar and the amazing.
The sky itself had exploded with stars. As if stars that were once big decided just for this occaision they would wear star dust all around them. The sky itself was an ocean and the stars were grains of sand and for every single one I could see I knew and felt deep inside myself that there were at least millions more I could not see.
That did not cease my wonder nor stop my enjoyment of it all. I could see the spaces between the spaces of the stars and sit in wonder at it all as I felt my insignificance to the universe and it's immense significance to me.
That depsite the little I had accomplished in my short time here there was so much more to see and be done and be said and experience and that i would stop at nothing to maximize my experience and do my best to do the same for others.
I didn't go to sleep until the stars could barely be seen.
But I remember the picture vividly.
I'm going camping this summer to find it again.
_Liz
Maybe one day I'll just move for a month and feel actual grass between my toes instead of this harsh concrete.
When I come back I wonder what I will say was my reason for just running off.
other than I wanted to see the stars.
I remember a trip up to frederick MD with CCBC people. I couldn't believe how some of them bitched about the rooms in the cabins not having any tv and insisted I was insane for wanting to sit outside on a blanket and stare at the sky at night. It was cold out and there were bugs and skunks everywhere and what on earth is wrong with me.
and I couldnt' only wonder how could the majesty of nature not be enough to entrance and entertain them for hours. I was mesmerized by the sky and the explosion of stars that I was unable to see from my urban bedroom. I was hypnotized by the sounds of crickets and birds and rustling of grass that rarely can be heard above the roaring police sirens and occasional car alarm.
The quiet that exists on the edge of the country is something that can not be heard in the city and to me was a rare opportunity to soak in something that I would not often get to encounter again. How could they view this as an incursion to what they were comfortable with instead as an outing to the unfamiliar and the amazing.
The sky itself had exploded with stars. As if stars that were once big decided just for this occaision they would wear star dust all around them. The sky itself was an ocean and the stars were grains of sand and for every single one I could see I knew and felt deep inside myself that there were at least millions more I could not see.
That did not cease my wonder nor stop my enjoyment of it all. I could see the spaces between the spaces of the stars and sit in wonder at it all as I felt my insignificance to the universe and it's immense significance to me.
That depsite the little I had accomplished in my short time here there was so much more to see and be done and be said and experience and that i would stop at nothing to maximize my experience and do my best to do the same for others.
I didn't go to sleep until the stars could barely be seen.
But I remember the picture vividly.
I'm going camping this summer to find it again.
_Liz