It seems that my continuing journey turns more and more inward as I scale the ramparts of my latter years. Is it because the current state of my physique is becoming increasingly restrictive as creeping old age seems to extract the youthful energy that was, at one time, a ready resource upon which my impulsive nature could draw? Now, I find it more pleasurable to sit in my easy chair read and ruminate rather than putting my hand to the plough or hike the precipitous inclines of the Western Rockies surrounding my chosen home.
I hail from a family of farmers and cowboys who settled the northern high plains and eastern forests of Texas. They are a “gitter done” collection of characters the likes of which I have become more and more appreciative as I have watched them confront the numerous hurdles that life has laid before them. Energy, readiness and resoursefulness have never been comodies in short supply among my kin nor in my own youthful years.
Today, however, I prefer to reflect and write.