Funny, I feel out of step with my fellow men & women. I stick close to the ground, believe in Reality, Truth, Goodness, and trying to do the right thing. Standing out in a field all alone. That seems natural to me.
Speaking of natural, I think our greatest "teacher," is Nature. Nature is a hard grader. That's OK. Accepting reality means accepting the weird, strange & contradictory ways of my fellow human beings. And accepting my own quirks & foibles. I gravitate to the things I love to do: read books, listen to music, sip coffee, play guitar, write songs, perform in little dive bars and big concert halls with my friends & fellow musicians.
I like having a simple job too. Walking dogs. Being a caretaker. Honest work, for an honest buck is fine by me. All of these choices seem to define me, and alienate me from the larger culture. I don't worry about it. I just note it.
I like writing down my thoughts, feelings, desires, beliefs. Sometimes it's instructive, sometimes, I think, it's just something to do. Getting, along, getting by, trying my best to stay alive, and well, you know, doing my best to enjoy the ride.
