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Gypsy-Settler
Thursday, August 07, 2008
I've been traveling more it seems this summer than I have when a new book hits the shelves. Or at least it seems that way. Like my feet haven't found solid ground in a long time. But then I look back at this blog -(our Dear Diary's of the 21 century) and see that I have indeed put my feet up. There's evidence in these pages. There's pictures of the full moon. Time I obviously spend resting.
And maybe that is the best way to be - a little road trip, a little rest, a little road trip, a little rest.
We had a visitor at our church last year who was explaining that he and his wife had different needs. He had a gypsy spirit that made him want to keep a sack packed and one foot on the floor. His wife on the other hand was a 'settler' as he called her. She wanted to tend to hearth and home - not much desire to roam. My husband turned to me immediately and said, "You're a gypsy-settler." And, knowing me the way he does (okay, okay - tolerating me the way he does) he nailed it right on the money.
I must have a fireplace and a window to gaze out of. A place to put my little precious things. Keepsakes the boys made when they were five. An old biscuit bowl from a great-grandmother handed down from Aunt Kate. Photographs and memories of all the people I love. But I'm like that man is. I've got the rocker pulled up to the porch and my feet are propped up fine, but next thing you know I think, I need to hit the road and drive. And so I do.
And I can't spill the beans and pour out my heart about my most recent roadtrip and all the wonder that it held because I wrote about it for a newspaper essay and have been sworn cross my heart and live forever to not reprint the same words.
So, just a few snapshots to say a word or two about where I've been and what I passed along the way. Oh - the gas sign, yep, I got excited too but they were closed. Looked like they had been for quite some time.
Okay - here I am, the church bells are chiming in the distance and the big, white hairy dog is breathing down my neck that it's time for his walk, and I have hummingbirds to feed and watch at the close of the day and right now both, on this odd eclipse, both my Gypsy soul and the Settler's heart are satisfied.
posted by River Jordan at 3:47 PM
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