A TRAVELER has a destination, an agenda, time constraints, enjoys PASSING scenery but usually cannot spontaneously stay the night with it.
A DRIFTER has direction (i.e. North), interests (in place of agenda), no time constraints, can sit with the scenery, even camp with it till he's had his fill. ----As I have poetized in these concluding verses of "A FULL SET OF STUFF":
Down back roads by lazy brooks
I take a nap or read my books;
Chase the wind, drift and roam:
let night overtake me everywhere home.
Live my life in a thousand places;
Share myself with a thousand faces;
drink in life till I've had enough,
Thanks to my rig and a full set of stuff.
To make my point I have selected a day in my life and will share my mental and physical experience. I will pick up my adventures where I left off before my long opine about the meaning of life.
Motorcyclist entering the parking lot of White Sands, National Monument---see the sands in the distance? I motorcycled for years and can tell you that they are not the freedom machines they are touted to be----because they lack the essential element of comfort. I see these glory boys checking into a $60 motel at days end---do the math in my head---and feel sorry for them. A far better solution for the serious traveler is to engineer a high mileage car for sleeping.With a companion, I took a long walk in these dunes---so seemingly similar but radically different from sand dunes. We were told that there's no place like this in the world---so I decided to get the story.
It was a blustery day, but Luke loved the dunes--romping all over them. Here's their million year story in a nutshell---WITH A VERY SURPRISING ENDING. An ancient sea covered this land--laying down layers of this stuff---the land rose to a tilt--rains dissolved the gypsum and carried it to a low point---lake lucero. When the water evaporated it left crystals of the stuff (sometimes 3 ft). Winds break off grains and blow them into dunes. The dunes slowly move like waves on the ocean across the land. Then (here comes the drama that only a drifter learns) at the edge of the dune field (comprising a total 275 sq miles) THE STUFF DISAPPEARS. Yes you heard me right---it disappears. Here's why: gypsum grains are soft (# 2 on the hardness scale---your fingernail is 2.5) and as they move northeast (prevailing wind) in dunes, they erode, becoming smaller and smaller---till at the end of their journey---they become dust particles and blow away.
RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES: I think drifting is an art requiring three essentials:
"I think drifting is an art requiring three essentials:"
ReplyDeleteAnd forth (and you nailed this at the top of your post): An "Easiness" with life.
No agenda, no destination, laid back with what is happening, happy with what (and where) is.
Oops: "Fourth"
ReplyDeleteDoh!
Well said Wayne! I agree--and thanks
ReplyDeletenot only an easiness with life (as Wayne said) but an easiness with yourself. You need to learn the art of embracing loneliness as an essential part of life. Through being alone with yourself you gain insight into the world. You must get away from the "business" of being with others.
ReplyDeleteAbout the 'courage to go, to ask, to engage:'
ReplyDeleteI'm surprised that you have as good of luck as you seem to, on this score. I usually find asking anyone about anything to be a waste of time. Normally it just produces a blank stare on their face, followed by a shrug of the shoulders, and then they say, "I have nooooo idea."
I suspect they are telling the truth. The average person you meet on that magical, mystical Open Road is really as dumb as a tree stump.
Yesss Coup---wish I had made that point: "the business of being with others." Perhaps a fine-tuned balance between solitude and society is what could optimally polish us---with society acting as coarse sandpaper and solitude as very fine sandpaper.
ReplyDeleteRandy, I have followed your blog for a few yrs now and have never posted on it. Dont know why just didnt. I have agreed and disagreed with your blogs but this one I must say that you have nailed it with this one. and your poem was a good one. be safe and keep being yourself :O)
ReplyDeleteOliver Lee is a great place,especially in the moonlight! Great choice for a little reflection time.
ReplyDeletePeople who find being alone a hardship usually don't like their own company. I lay down in my mother's embrace and cover myself with father sky. The night creatures sing their serenade in celebration of the stars in the sky.
Drifting is a very very important activity. Keep up the good work.
Childlike curiosity and a genuine sense of wonder are sorely lacking in today’s society. House or no house it’s those missed opportunities that we lament. A house doesn’t constrict freedom it just changes the parameters.
ReplyDeleteI agree with the other commenters that one has to love and like oneself to drift joyously.
I find questions asked with smiling gratitude are generally answered graciously.
Randy
ReplyDeleteI will have to take stronger measures if you don't come clean with your readers
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