Godzilla, wishing she could swim.
Off Balance, Agitated.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Crummy picture. Could be any old lake. That's why I added the arrows. Believe me. It is Lake Erie. Just ask Godzilla. At the end of a very long day in the trenches of tourism, it's the best we could muster.
The day's activities began at the scene of a massacre in Kent, Ohio. Back home at X Haven, the dogs were sick. No wonder the psychic radar was heavy with fog all the way to Erie. I was off balance and agitated.
Kent has a university. The university has a dark story, one that's stuck with me for almost forty years since I first heard about it during my extended visit to the far away city of Da Nang on the South China Sea. Today I showed up on campus to see for myself and gather a version of the story. I gathered it, too. But the telling shall have to wait until I return to the study at Crow's Cottage. For now, the road is just too demanding.
One thousand, five hundred and nine miles under Godzilla's singing tires since we last saw Crow's Cottage. True and steady all the way. The sights we've seen illustrate the wonders and mysteries of nature, the creative and prodigious labors of woman and man. (He said, matter of factly.) As for the immeasurable and infinite expressions of life on a drifting planet, those, too, shall have to wait for another day.
It's not likely you'll hear from me for a day or two. I'm heading into the wilderness where there aren't any Internet pipes. Just infinite expressions of life, immeasurable truths and beauties, a place to rest one's weary head. And the other one's four Toyo tires. Rest. Lay down your sleepy head, my little Buckaroo. Rest.
Cherry Valley United Methodist Church
Wild Flower and Bumblebee
Bumblebee with Pollen and Stars
Bricks with Door and Window
To read the previous dispatch in the narrative,
The Journey Ends:
Shy and Wonderful:
An Easy Puzzle:
Sugar Hollow Road: