Friday, October 29, 2010
Home Sweet Home
People say you can't go home again, but I'm not sure that's true. I'm referring here to the homecoming I've just experienced, in Missouri where I grew up, with people I knew waaayyy back then.
I love the midwest. I know the seasons are harsh, I KNOW. I grew up there! But the landscape of Missouri (at least) is so beautiful. The smooth flatlands, gentle hills and Ozark "mountains" are simple and powerful. The land provides stability for the beings who live there. The weather is crazy, but you can count on the land beneath your feet. Missouri is very unlike the west coast with all its seismic faults and volcanoes, also very unlike the east coast, such a melange of various landscapes at the edge of the moody Atlantic.
During my 57 years I've lived in every American time zone. Here's what I always say (I apologize if you've heard this already, I say it all the time.) If you get a cold on the west coast, you try to figure out WHY. You haven't been eating well or maybe you've skipped your yoga class too often. If you get a cold on the east coast, you don't have a cold. You take over-the-counter meds and go to work. If you get a cold in the midwest, you get in bed, eat chicken soup, watch movies on TV, read magazines, and recover.
Of course it isn't that simple, but it's a pretty good description of the difference in attitudes. Common sense is highly regarded in the midwest. I love that!
One thing I found marvelous about Branson, Missouri is that when I asked people, "How are you?" they all responded by saying, "Fabulous." Wow. Fabulous?? How cool. In DC when asked How ya doin'? the correct response is Alright. 'Nuff said on that, eh?
Nevertheless, it's good to be home. In a little while I'm going to go put my hands on people. Tomorrow is the Rally to Restore Sanity. EVERYONE I know is going, including me. I'm expecting some very interesting collective alchemy, oh yeah.
I love my work, my village, my city, my life. I am very grateful. Shalom.
That's the DC city symbol carved into the pumpkin on the right.