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Recent Entries A Wintry Monday Night Posted: January 11, 2010
It's quiet here in the Catskill Mountains. Snow has fallen for weeks so there's a sort of hush all around me. I love the quiet, and I love winter for the slower, gentler pace it offers me. I've just gotten home from a shortened trip to both Arizona and Colorado. It was a treat to go from dry, arid weather to cold, cold, cold and dry weather as I headed north. In a fit of passion, I rented a car on New Year's Day and began a northward drive from Phoenix to Jerome, Arizona. After a good night's sleep, I drove to the Grand Canyon and was stunned by its power, beauty and vastness. I miscalculated the whole adventure though, and the ranger I asked for help didn't hesitate to laugh at me. He's probably heard the same question a million times: how much time do I need to see the canyon? His answer? Do you have months? years? or just days? Silly me! I was thinking hours. What the hell was I on about? I simply had no idea! I'd like to go there again, and will, I hope, when life allows. There were too many people on the south rim where I ended up, but I've heard the north rim is harder to get to, only open in the summer months, and generally less populated so I'll go there next time. Regardless of the tourist development, I'm glad that I went, and glad that I wasn't an explorer in a covered wagon who came upon it for the first time. Can you imagine? I had hoped to take the train home from Denver and flew there to avoid the bus (yuck!) from Phoenix, but my three-day train trip was cancelled at the very last minute due to snow east of Detroit so I flew home instead. It is incredible to me that I could book a flight at noon on a Thursday and fly out four hours later and be home in upstate New York by midnight. Knock on wood, my luggage has never been lost, and I've never had to sit by the window unless by choice (a little claustrophobic am I) and my flights always seem to go flawlessly. I guess I'm lucky, or maybe I just don't travel so much. My days of traveling are behind me, I think. Prefer to stay home if I have a choice - although I do love to drive. Speaking of that, plans for my house concert tour are firming up. I'll be listing the dates by the end of this week. In the meantime, enjoy the quiet of winter. I hope it's a creative, peaceful time for all of us. Love, Bar PS A friend shared this with me today and it seemed fitting to post it here on this quiet night: My help is in the mountain Where I take myself to heal The earthly wounds That people give to me. I find a rock with sun on it And a stream where the water runs gentle And the trees which one by one give me company. So must I stay for a long time. Until I have grown from the rock And the stream is running through me And I cannot tell myself from one tall tree. Then I know that nothing touches me Nor makes me run away. My help is in the mountain That I take away with me. Nancy Wood good night everybody. Good night.
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