It rained in Texas yesterday—all day—all the way from Big Spring to Longview, Texas (400-plus miles)—it rained! The Texas rain has not dampened my spirit, but not seeing the blue bonnets in bloom has done so. All the way across Texas I watched for blue bonnets, but not a single blue bonnet did I see. I heard some commentator on TV say that the blue bonnets were blooming early this year, but he must have meant some other part of Texas than the part I’m traveling through. Now that I have only another 60 miles of Texas left before reaching Louisiana, I have my doubts that I will see any blue bonnets this time around. I’ll just have to return to Texas next spring! (This paragraph is simply expressing my obsession with blue bonnets at the moment, which is far less volatile than my obsession about the political scene at the moment!)
Today we hope to drive across the state of Louisiana and cross the mighty Mississippi River at Vicksburg before nightfall. We see crossing the river as the boundary between west and east. There is a mixture of emotion every time we drive over the bridge—wanting the “On the Road” journey to continue, but also wanting to get back to our home and daily routines.
In my notebook I have written these words and I do not know whose words they might be…“No matter where you go, there you are.” We do all kinds of things to avoid facing ourselves, our thoughts, and emotions—but you can never escape YOU no matter where you go, what you do, etc. “No matter where you go, there YOU are.”
|This tree in the Coconino National Forest, |
Flagstaff, AZ, fascinated me. Even a dead
tree speaks a message to us.