This weekend we visited the Carl Sandburg National Historic Site and what a delightful time it was. Located in the beautiful mountains of NC, you couldn’t ask for better scenery. If you aren’t familiar with CS, I encourage you to check out his work. He truly was a “poet of the people“. Here’s some photos from our outing but first a poem by the man himself, a timely one at that.
The people is the grand canyon of humanity and many many miles across.
The people is a Pandora’s box, humpty dumpty, a clock of doom and an avalanche when it turns loose.
The people rest on land and weather, on time and the changing winds.
The people have come far and can look back and say,
‘We will go farther yet’.
Carl Sandburg, The People, Yes, 97
They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.
Thankful today for all 3. Miss you all. Life is so full and busy, it doesn’t leave much time for social media or blogging. It’s the best kind of busy though. Life has never been sweeter. I did want to let you know if you are a fan of the show High Castle, we have a couple of interesting interviews coming up on Chit Chat Chicks. It’s also getting closer to house hunting time, and my training session for my new position with the missing persons organization. 2020 is going to be a transformative year. It’s amazing how much things have changed, but the best things have stayed the same.
In other news, headed to Carl Sandburg’s old Homestead tomorrow. I hope to post pictures next week. The weather is glorious. Fall has finally arrived in the South. In the meantime, here’s some Tucker cuteness for you. x
“Walking home your hand in mine
Tattoos on the river line
The morning birds are taking flight
Either way I thought that you should know
You’re my number one
You’re the reason I’m still
up at dawn
just to see your face
We’ll be going strong
with the vampires, baby
We belong, we belong awake“
If I could, I would shield you from your own sorrows. From phones that don’t ring, the 7 AM alarm clock, missing the train, fair-weather friends, the frayed ends of the welcome mat.
I would protect you from backaches and headaches, and unnecessary tirades, the losing team. Mostly, I would shelter you from false hope, people with an agenda to harm, and those wildflowers meant only to disarm.
I would encourage you to take ferries and planes, and leave the ink revised map at home, to become a mid spring season, dandelions covered, savor the sunshine, take risk. Breathe.
Remember the music of your soul. Listen to your heart’s sway. I would implore you to make love, make art, and to praise the song and rhythm your body prays.
Happy Monday, y’all. I hope everyone had a lovely weekend. On Saturday we attended a wedding of a friend. It was a beautiful ceremony.
Sunday we went hiking.
Today, I’m in a musical mood. When am I not, right? Here’s one of my all time favorite songs. Listening to it always makes me feel peaceful and brings tears to my eyes. It speaks to my soul every time.
“When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be”
We cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are.
Years later if you do find yourself
giving into nostalgia’s fancy, flight
and all. Do not lament the departed
back or the wingspan of history,
the lost of what was.
Remember my dear, the albatross
left its shell long ago,
only the scent of sea water lingers.
If you must soar back into the past,
take solace in those bygones
summers, magnetic in their reticent sweetness of air. Recall the pleasure
of moonlight and innocence. Be
grateful for every hour spent, lessons
learned by the skin of heart.
Do not think of how the storm came,
or the way the Earth bent and folded,
instead give yourself to sentimentality
of summer’s rain soaked showers.
Once you’re throughly drenched,
feel your feet slowly touch the
earth again.Watch as the past drifts
and wafts away.
My how it shimmers in the distance,
riding on the whims of the sky.
The warm updraft feels nice for a
moment but not as lovely as the pull of the ground and the beauty of now.
I wonder if anyone but me realizes what goes on in that head back of your deceptively sweet face.
Taylor Swift time. Loving her latest song
“I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey
Who could ever leave me, darling
But who could stay?”