A picture of dad as a young man on the farm he grew up on. The cow is not related! 🙂
When I was young, I dreamed big dreams of earth and sky,
of progress and promise.
Context was safety, and I was so safe as to not know what real danger even looked like.
Though it would not have been right to stay in that cocoon of love and acceptance,
I often wonder
if that young girl had known what was really afoot in the wide, wide world,
the wild, wild real world,
would she have dared to traipse beyond the green fields,
the treehouses, and sandy riverbanks,
the hot-breath Holsteins, the feral cats made tame,
the safety of happiness, of home?
Would she have dared to sling a Harmony archtop guitar over her shoulder and run headlong into the unknown,
to explore the more complicated
and often darker underbelly of the world.
But can I go back home now?