Leave Something for the Archaeologists
Sebynnethus
2005-05-17
9:30 pm
If You're Gonna Dine With the Cannibals...
Sooner or later, darlin', you're gonna get eaten/But I'm glad you've come around here, with your animals/And your heart, that is bruised, but not beaten...
Well, I've returned now finally to my beloved land of swamp and sand. But the price is high...
And, I return now with the knowledge that I won't be staying long. As much as I love this land mass, and consider this great beach-trimmed swamp my home and natural animal environment, I know that I am not destined to remain in this place.
On the positive, I know that the reason for this is that I have a great and exciting destiny awaiting me - one which will take me all over the world and to exotic locales, and into hidden places that the rest of the world never sees. And that this destiny probably involves some eventual SWEET ASS job like professor or government consultant or museum curator. I know I have a future of adventure and investigation oscillating in and out of a life of soft comfort and 3 day work weeks.
And Amarna saw what she had made, and saw that it was good.
But, I know also that this means that more than likely, my interesting destiny comes with the price of my home. I doubt that I will ever live here again. "Home" is generally not compatible with "adventure." And a choice must be made. Well... I guess it has been.
I suppose that "home" to me will be as Cookie Monster (in a sad and strange turn of events) now views his beloved cookies - a "sometimes food" - cookies apparently not being compatible with a long and healthy monster life. Funny, I always thought he was a cookievore...
And so, the river of grass will be a sometimes world in which I dwell, for if not, how many potential worlds go uncreated? How many potential cities go undeciphered? How much potential me goes undiscovered?
But then again, one never knows how the future will turn out... Maybe one of those potentialities will lead me right back where I started.
Some people go their whole lives and never know what "home" means. I am lucky that I have known it at all. I am blessed to have been born, unique in a unique place, and to have sat amongst its sawgrass and anhinga, it's brackish waters and topaz sands, and felt peace... And felt HOME.
