Strolling through the pages of some of my old journals I found an entry from a June, 1975. I had recently traded my old VW bus in on a Datsun 240Z and was ready for a road trip. Off to Aspen to spend a week with my old roommate Patti. She lived in a small cottage with a very large boulder in the living room. We spent every day hiking and exploring and then would head out in the evening to hear live music.
Maroon Bells at Sunrise (unknown photographer)
On the trail around the lake someone carved these words on an aspen tree. One wonders if they are still there? I just found the photo I took on that hike. Perhaps it's time for another road trip to Aspen to see if the tree is still there along the trail.
"If you can't find it here, you can't find it"
I met musician and songwriter Chris Cox one evening and we talked about his love of music and some of his feelings on the subject. His words stuck with me.
What is true
Is that when you get down
To why you are doing something
~
Not for the money
Or the ego satisfaction
Not for the expectations
Or the promises
~
But for the shear love
Of what you are doing
There exist no droughts
No dried up wells
Thirty five years later I look at a creative life well spent and still growing and understand exactly what he meant. It never ceases to amaze me how random and serendipitous conversations can be so prophetic.
No comments:
Post a Comment