In a few days I will be back in Los Angeles. Once I arrive there I will have circled the globe and have seen more than I will ever be able to process in a single lifetime. As I reflect back on my journey I realize how much I’ve learned; how much I’ve progressed; how I’ve changed my world-view. I’m glad.
Right now I am back where it all really started: Eastern Kentucky. When I go back to Los Angeles next Saturday I will have been here for two weeks. I’ve thought back and I don’t think I’ve been here this long since I left here in the late 70’s. It just feels fitting that after I have experienced so many cultures, seen so many sights, traveled so many miles, experienced such profound loneliness (and aloneness) that I would arrive back here.
I have purchased 18 wooded acres about two miles from my parents house. My late Uncle Don lived here for many years before he died a couple years ago, and I played in the creek and waterfall that runs in front of the house most summers as a child. For about the past five years the 100-year-old house has sat empty…also alone. We now have each other I suppose. I’ve named the property “Hollyweed.” I sort of like the idea of being the only person I know that splits their time between Hollywood and Hollyweed.
For the past week I have been clearing years old brush and disposing of even older junk. I even puchased a chain saw of my very own. I’ve cut one little poplar tree about the diameter of a quarter with it. It petrifies me. This too I must overcome I suppose. I’m tanned, bruised, scratched, unshaven, long-haired, and absolutely thrilled to have this little piece of land where I can’t see another house or hear any road noise. The nearest neighbor’s driveway is about 1/2 mile away.
It’s remarkable to me that I had to experience so much loss, travel so far, and see so many cultures before I realized what a treasure just being “at home” was. I’ve come “Full Circle” in many ways I suppose.