I suspect my life has not been much different than most of you past a certain age–a childhood (spent in Upstate New York) that could have gone better, a couple of degrees, a couple of kids, a couple of divorces. You know, what for most of us in western society is more or less the usual–or at least theme & variation.
I spent 3 years in the military–didn’t much like that though I am, never-the-less a believer in some sort of national service for young people (and old people if they like). With all it’s faults–by and large–life in this nation is a very comfortable gig and I feel if you’re in the club you should pay your dues.
I spent a lot of time in school and college–in the belief that with knowledge comes understanding. It occurred to me some time ago with knowledge comes knowledge–that’s about it. Understanding–or if you like, wisdom–comes with life, time, suffering, getting it wrong more often than getting it right, doing stuff (unfortunately) that you regret but hopefully, learning from all of it.
I worked at a number of jobs when younger and one career when older for many years. Then I got old and retired. Along the way I had two kids–the only really important thing(s) I’ve ever done. And I was privileged to know 3 really good women. The first two eventually chose to move on in their lives with others, the last one (thankfully) hasn’t yet come to her senses and hopefully never will. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
So that brings me to now–this website/blog–and you, gentle reader (I’ve always loved that quaint, archaic phrase).
Like you I have my share of baggage–lemons, life has been kind enough to shower me with–sometimes in abundance–that I enjoy turning into lemonade. Because (again–I suspect like you,) I have been able to find a bit of redemption, consolation and meaning in the probing, re-inventing and deeper examination of all that life-stuff that sticks to one like existential burdocks. That’s what the pictures, the words and the effort to make them is about–and I hope you’ll see fit to share some of your own burdocks with me.
I like the notion that life is more about the journey than the destination. But that’s a very broad perspective. I think life is also about the pauses, the stops in the journey, the dusty, silent little train stations on forgotten railroad sidings–you know the ones I mean.
So maybe–ultimately–this site is about that–the rest stops along the way.
It’s my hope you’ll see fit to step off the train occasionally and share a bench with me.