And there are plenty scattered all over the countryside, still standing beside what are now major roadways. I am always drawn to them, to their spirits that seem to yet live in those bones, now raw, exposed and somehow enduring under the constant gaze of sun and sky.
Such old barns have witnessed season after season, year after year, pass, slowly succumbing to time and neglect, testaments to the journey all things must make of returning to the earth they were born from. I feel a bit dilapidated myself these days, broken down and worn, and I think they will now serve to remind me even more that all things pass on, give way to the new, for better and sometimes for worse. But change is always coming, just over the horizon.
I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.