Saw Nomadland last night. I’ve often struggled to explain what nomad life is like in the States — this movie nails it. Watch if you want the real nitty gritty. Almost the entire movie other than the star uses real people living real lives.
Long story short, I’m still in a holding pattern. First it was due to business issues, then it became chronic health issues, and now it’s a mixture of recovering from chronic health issues and staying clear of the COVID madness that prevails across our world.
It’s hard to sit still for so long, so I try my best with daily forays into nature and exercises to restore my health.
So I wait to wander freely once again. It won’t be much longer, I hope.
Went over to the Van Wezel Performing Arts hall in Sarasota, Florida to watch the sunset on the Sarasota bay and saw that the former Selby library building was no more. It was a beautiful piece of architecture; too bad it’s gone.
I asked several folks nearby if they knew what was going to be built in place of it, none of them knew.
More interesting, however, was how folks reacted to being asked a question. The majority of them kept moving on, as if to avoid talking to me.
I’m not used to that.
Be kind; everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
I know you’re everywhere.
But it’s out there…
in vast oceans lapping your shores
in soaring mountains laden with your sharp breath
in dry deserts teaming with your wordless life
in secret coves and hidden lakes where your beauty abounds
in rain forests enveloping your musky sweat
in seaside cliffs where your seals and whales play below
in forests of tall trees where your bears chase me
in silent sunsets that slowly explode of your essence
in quiet stars and solitary moon that sing of you
…where I feel you the most.
I think of us
walking down a trail
You in your
light summer dress,
through your hair.
I in my element
feeling barefoot earth,
green all around
making me glow.
Sun’s rays behind us
We turn to each other
Look deeply into eyes
Our tender lips meet
and we melt together.
Don’t get so lost in your thoughts on the trail that you almost step on an alligator. 👀
My little girl was sick so I brought soup and such over to her flat. We ate, we talked (boyfriends, weird professors, work issues, shows to binge, life, etc.), we laughed, and we hugged. Those kind of soul nourishing moments become forever memories of a forever love.❤️
I’m currently kinda-sorta-sequestered away from the nomad life in Florida for a bit of time while I take care of business stuff. Most of it involves finishing upgrades and such to our website to make it a more solid and pleasing experience for our customers.
I could keep doing it while on the road, but this kind of server-intensive stuff I prefer to do while dry docked somewhere with reliable high speed internet and nice, big computer monitors. Best to stay in one place and bang it all out so when it’s done I can roam free once again without worry.
I haven’t exactly been fastened to one place the entire time — I’ve been shuttling between Sarasota and Gainesville, places where I have family so it’s a good way of changing the scenery so I don’t get bored too easily. And both places are relatively warm in what’s been a cold winter — bonus points!
As soon I finish up and hit the road again (I should say “when I hit the home again”, because the road is home for me…), I will update this.
Meanwhile, I leave you with this quote:
There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.Charlotte Eriksson
After watching online comms (BBSes, internet, texting, chat, etc.) bloom into an equalizer for the deaf by bridging to a previously unheard world, I’m curious to see how the bridge holds up over widening fissures from the proliferation of video, podcasts, and Echo-like devices.