Monday, October 27, 2008

Change is Good

Thoreau said, "Things do not change; we change." I've always thought of change as an amalgamation of things internal and external, but ol' H.D. really does speak true. After all, my mountain has been there a long, long time; my river's been carving it's niche for eons; even my humble little cabin stood long before I was a twinkle in my Daddy's eye, and maybe even before he was a twinkle in Grandpa's eye. So... what changed? I did. Over the journey of years and paths. There was always the dream of such a place and time, but I'm not sure I ever believed that it was anything more than a dream. And then, one day, there it stood. So suddenly.

It's now been a month since my exodus to Granite Falls, and I'm still surprised by it every day; still startled at being there; still wondering when someone is going to nudge me and say, "Barb, wake up! You must be having some kind of wild dream given that huge grin on your sleepy puss." If I ever take it for granted, someone please, please, please slap me hard.

I didn't go looking for Scott. I didn't set out in pursuit of him. One day, he was very simply just there and met more points on my mental "laundry list" of a good mate than I even knew existed. Every day it seems like I discover something about him and think to myself, "Oh! I really like that about him!" (Only Laura would understand if I whisper, "He's SO Jamie Fraser!" For the rest of you, go read Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series.)

"If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours."
H.D. Thoreau

It makes me wonder... what else is waiting for me to catch up with it? What else is out there that I've been dreaming of, striving for, and hoping toward that is sitting, silently sturdy, in anticipation of the day that I show up on the scene and recognize it for all that it is? One can't hurry along one's path, else one goes blindly by all the nuance. Still, I can't help but wonder what I'll find just beyond the next bend. Good or bad... it's all meant for me.

I've long ago "lost" my copy of Thoreau's Walden's Pond, so if anyone out there in TV Land cares to send me a copy, I'd be delighted at such a treasure - after all, HD also said, "Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill." In fact, read it before you send it to me... dog-ear the sucker, write notes in the margins... and if you decide to keep it, so much the better.

2 comments:

  1. Lass, if you've been blessed to land a Jamie of your very ownie own, hang on TIGHTLY-- I could be tempted to throw my Squeezie over and come nab yours!

    But I have to admit that, bibliophile that I am, I've never read much Thoreau (ducks while B chucks something hard at my melon). Duly noted-- its going on my list directly...

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  2. Aw, hell, Ooohie... it's just that larger than life thang he's got goin' on.

    And I wouldn't chuck anything at yer nogin... I'm the poster child for Too Many Books, Too Little Time (The TMBTLT Society).

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