Going from Home

Everyone is enjoying the little willow thicket where we are hanging out in the warm sun. Grass and willows, the smells of all other passersby, and the sound of running water our company as we sit and enjoy a little peace and quiet. The hillside is springing, snow melting, running off, evaporating. Our little log apartment seems so much like home, even in the short time we’ve been here, and walking away into the hills I have been thinking about how important transporting myself away from my home (or apartment, abode, camp) under my own power has been to my life. Even before I knew what I was doing, I was sneaking out of the ranch into the willows to play, riding my cruiser headlong across Eugene, jogging in Santiago predawn. Then biking along the Hudson and across the Manhattan bridges, exploring the back roads of the Everglades, hiking from the ranch, walking to the dog park and along Evans Creek, riding out of the condo and going to the ranch across the Black Rock. When I am under my own power there is no barrier. I go as far as I want my body to carry me. I stop when I am tired and continue when I am rested. We are conditioned to believe that we must follow the line no matter what, maintain the speed limit and speed into the future. I prefer to meander from home, enjoy my life, create, and build something I hope to see in this world.