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To paraphrase a song
Jun. 15th, 2012 09:46 amTo borrow some lyrics that I can relate to... here's the chorus of John Prine's song Hello In There
Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."
and.. sometimes life is what you thought it would be. I'm thinking of how many times I've changed my path. Usually it is times like this I think about change, and I'm thinking, thinking hard. I guess it is time to do a little inspirational reading. I'm starting with my old copy pf Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance... then will be Travels with Charley... and maybe more.
My mind is swimming in images of times past, of roads I ridden down, twisting roads, and places, like the Camas Prairie, or Truckee or little towns like Idaho City, places like Stanley Idaho. There were times to remember, like 25,000 motorcycles at Furnace Creek Ranch, or being totally along on a rocky road in the White Mountains looking back and realizing you are driving at 12,000 feet above sea level. Of ancient bristlecone pines, giant redwoods, or the belly flowers of death valley.
I've had times when I lived life, and I've had times when I've lived other peoples lives. Now I'm struggling to get back to living again. It will happen.... soon.
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Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."
and.. sometimes life is what you thought it would be. I'm thinking of how many times I've changed my path. Usually it is times like this I think about change, and I'm thinking, thinking hard. I guess it is time to do a little inspirational reading. I'm starting with my old copy pf Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance... then will be Travels with Charley... and maybe more.
My mind is swimming in images of times past, of roads I ridden down, twisting roads, and places, like the Camas Prairie, or Truckee or little towns like Idaho City, places like Stanley Idaho. There were times to remember, like 25,000 motorcycles at Furnace Creek Ranch, or being totally along on a rocky road in the White Mountains looking back and realizing you are driving at 12,000 feet above sea level. Of ancient bristlecone pines, giant redwoods, or the belly flowers of death valley.
I've had times when I lived life, and I've had times when I've lived other peoples lives. Now I'm struggling to get back to living again. It will happen.... soon.
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