The Intangible Numinous
Suggestion from Jason: Listen to this song while reading the blog, and take a moment to enjoy the picture while the song plays.
I have camped in some beautiful places, and Garner State Park is one of the best. The Frio River is calm, clear and relatively warm.
Pictured here is my daughter enjoying the company of some ducks. I can’t even write the words “the innocence of youth” without tears welling up in my eyes. I hope she can always take time to enjoy ducks.
[French, from Old French, present participle of flamboyer, to blaze, from flambe, flame; see flame.]
My mother had a gift of always seeing the good in people. I know, I know. To claim such a thing sounds tired and a bit like a cliché. In her case, I think it was true. It must have been, to explain all the strange people we met growing up. Some were strange and wonderful, like this guy might be, and some were, well…
Still State is the first blogging I have done since my dad passed away in 2015. Part of me wants to say that Still State, a blog and a photo journal, can be of some value to people. I really want to believe that the Facebooks and Instagrams of the world are not actually the info-oligarchies that we suspect them to be. The internet is big.
So, along those lines, I am still warming up to the idea of writing again and as a practice, I’m going to blog. I want to complete my (4th?) novel. It is called The Growling Earth and I have written it 2 or 3 times. I’m getting a little tired of it. But I know it’s good for my soul and I know I will never stop thinking about it until it’s done.
And maybe one day I’ll meet my goal being able to buy groceries with money I earned simply being a human being.