A friend (Thx, CH!) sent me these lyrics by John Gorka yesterday:
You might like the gypsy life
you judge your progress by the phases of the moon
Get your compass and your sharpest knife
People love you when they know you’re leaving soon.
Which made me start thinking about the process of gypsying and being nomadic (apologies to the Rom.) And how, you can have deep affection for certain places and want to return, even if it’s not to stay. The return path can be a spiral; you’re returning with a whole new set of experiences, that changes what you see. Hmmm… I’ll need to think further on that.
In the meantime, I’m hanging out w/my Dad & stepmom in Clovis & possibly up @ Shaver Lake, so may not post until Monday. Don’t worry- I’m in good hands 😉
Friday links for you!