Thursday, April 17, 2008

Call of the Wild

"In this manner he fought forgotten ancestors. They quickened the old life within him, the old tricks which they had stamped into the heredity of the breed were his tricks... And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolflike, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him."
~Jack London, The Call of the Wild

Ever read The Call of the Wild? You should. It's good for ya. It'll get you in touch with your inner dawg. When I first started getting to know John, he'd refer to his psyche as his dog, and he'd say, "Hey, love me, love my dog." (Beats the crap out of having to love someone's dogma.) That came back to me as I drifted to sleep last night, mixed with memories of London's lush writing.

I'm up early. Heavy drama at work yesterday only means that my workload is compounded. Yay me. Just when I thought things were going to ease up and things could get back to "normal." Instead, I'm living vicariously through those who are off gypsying around.

"He was older than the days he had seen and the breaths he had drawn. He linked the past with the present, and the eternity behind him throbbed through him in a mighty rhythm to which he swayed as the tides and seasons swayed."
~Jack London, The Call of the Wild

Timothy is off on a fishing trip... have a great time pal. Relax, let it all float, and catch some big'ns! Have a beer in a boat for me.

David is off on a 10-day motorcycle trip. Find your joy, Darlin', but please, oh please, keep the rubber side down. Catch some breeze for me, will ya?

Laura's off on a business trip, but from the sounds of things, is managing to work in some good times. Have uno maas and a cupcake for me, Dearie.

"But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called -- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come."
~Jack London, The Call of the Wild

Me? I just keep pattin' Birddog and saying, "Maybe soon.... maybe soon." But I am missing the road something fierce, missing the forest for the trees, missing the sea. There's a full moon coming on and I can definitely hear the call of the wild.

"It filled him with a great unrest and strange desires. It caused him to feel a vague, sweet gladness, and he was aware of wild yearnings and stirrings for he knew not what."
~Jack London, The Call of the Wild

Now, get thee to a library, or Borders, or Amazon or wherever, and get yourself a copy of London's book!

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