tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36274513.post3814201625743819385..comments2024-03-17T00:59:07.795-07:00Comments on The Red Electric: YodelingRick Seiferthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11249323390100558270noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36274513.post-70772558994028062492010-02-15T20:42:15.290-08:002010-02-15T20:42:15.290-08:00Rick,
Words do indeed distance us from our place, ...Rick,<br />Words do indeed distance us from our place, but they also paint the picture of that place, as your words have done. I was for a time a member of that place. And here is my clue. Place is also people, or more properly, inhabitants. Life on this world moves, sometimes, as you say, with afflicting restlessness. Not always without purpose, though darkly at times...<br />I have seen those daffodils rising from the soil, the mountain gleaming sunnily, smelled the coffee, and more. The people are also the place, and you, as one, inhabit that place well. The words you use do not do the people enough justice. In fairness, my wife and I miss so much of that place, but more than the views, more than the smells, more even than the incredible food, we miss the love of the people. <br />It was in Portland I first saw the driver of an automobile stop in the street to let another autmobile enter that street from a driveway. It was in Portland I first saw a car stop in the road to let a dog and leash-holder cross. It was in Portland that I came to learn more of the peace that I will seek for the rest of my life. Yes, there is history there, and more, there is a real present there, a time that is now. Hearing the past, breathing the present, you build the future. And your words that paint such beauty, that call forth so much joy, are a real part of that building. Yes, that distancing is there, but more, it is like the space between bricks, into which the mortar of growth is laid.Walter Moneynoreply@blogger.com