What meaning to make of loves lost, those not sought and of love found? Does it all make you a better person? Is life really that simple? All my walks and wanderings haven’t given me any answers…. Maybe love is worthwhile for its own sake, I think, not for where it leads or gets you. Michele, the children, my extended family, dear friends and others along the path -- I hope I’ve added something to their lives?
What meaning to make of sought-after adventures, fascinating rabbit holes delved into, and those my spirit isn’t yet strong enough to pursue? Some ring true, a sunset or vista that never fades and always inspires in some corner of my mind. Some, like trips back to Montana, are vexing because the meaning might just be the transient experience, one that doesn’t necessarily mean anything permanent. Like Frodo, my adventures haven’t slowed but I still search for meaning in nature’s cathedral. That I could be like the famed man on the mountain in Led Zeppelin’s 4th album cover, striving for the all-knowing, the meaning to life that would be clear if only I reached the top…
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I really wish I had the brainpower to absorb this right now, looks good. Not sure if I told you I followed your lead on the blog-front...
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