“If you go slowly enough, six or seven months is an eternity—if you let it be—if you forget old things, and learn new ones. Even a week can last forever.”
Rick Bass, Winter

"In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer."
Albert Camus

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Part II, Day 20: Sweet Return

The best part of going away is coming home again, coming home to clean sheets on our own bed, a home-cooked meal with local farm foods, and best of all, the joy of the dog, who runs in circles and shakes up the already beheaded and disemboweled stuffed bear to celebrate the sweet reunion.

Then it's the car ride to the usual place in the field.  Everything looks spring-green and new.
We follow the familiar path to the water.

How many times have we made this drive?  Gone on this walk?  And with how many different casts of characters, both human and canine?

Sometimes we hear geese overhead, and sometimes, like today, we hear the girls' softball team cheering each other on, even as they get creamed.

And is there a sweeter sight in the world than the dog we love running toward us?

Neitzsche  once wrote:
When we observe how some people know how to manage their experiences--their insignificant, everyday experiences--so that they become an arable soil that bears fruit three times a year, while other--and how many there are!--are driven through surging waves of destiny, the most multifarious currents of the times and the nations, and yet always remain on top, bobbing like a cork, then we are in the end tempted to divide mankind into a minority (a minimality) of those who know how to make much of little, and a majority of those who know how to make little of much.
I hope that Zoe will be patient and continue to do her best to convert me to the minority, to help me love what I have and see what I think we have already seen.

Let's go!


Hellooooo!

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