sunflower path in my backyard
I’ve tried to read Keroac’s On the Road. I couldn’t get past the first chapter. The women are left at home. Stories tend to leave the women at home. Makes it hard for me to relate. I’m a woman and before the story starts, I’m left behind.
I haven’t tried reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. It’s on order from the library. I do have Zen and Now. It’s author has traveled the same route and wrote about it. I don’t feel left out but it does make me wonder why not go on ones own journey.
This thought could be the result that the book I was given when I was in my 20’s was The Road Less Traveled. I don’t remember much of it other than it was a type of self help tome. It seems I’ve assimilated the messages for I tend to be doing what I do regardless what others are doing or think.
I can tell you that staying home is an adventure in itself. I find life very rich, even in my backyard. I have tall sunflowers, a knee high ash tree, passion flowers, turk’s cap, basils, tomatoes, grape vines and a wisteria which makes me think of my paternal grandmother.
If I sit still long enough and watch I’ll see bees, moths, finches, dove, robins, as well as my chicken owning the whole yard instead of staying in her section I’ve created.
Don’t get me wrong, I have been out and about, California, Illinois, Missouri, New York, Florida, Mexico, England, France and Dominican Republic to name a few.
If you’ll sit still long enough, I may just wax poetic and share a few stories.