I found a rock in my ear today. I’m not sure which is more concerning, that I don’t know how long it was captive in my cartilage or that it’s probably not the worst thing I’ve had in my ear.
Either way it has been added to a list I affectionately call: “In my 20’s and Freaking Falling Apart.” Also on this list you will find poison ivy. Thank you, Oklahoma. Summer is supposed to be white-hot sunshine and swimming pools, humming cicadas and rogue thunderstorms, movies in the park and hiking trips. However, poison something (ivy, sumac, oak – take your pick) never fails to make its debut. I don’t know what I would do during a summer without it. Probably what I always do, which is to knowingly go on hiking trips where three-leafed plants pat me on the leg with their itchy fingers of doom.
I have been asked by others, both from within the States and without, what would possess a person to live here. After all when you wake up in the morning to shower there could be fiddleback spider waiting to say hello…with its venom coated fangs. At the time I’m sure I unconvincingly said that it’s really not all that bad. I lied. It takes high levels of crazy to live here. Okie crazy. If a clip of post-tornado destruction has ever wriggled its way into your daily news you know what I’m talking about. If you don’t…well, dedicate a few minutes googling “Oklahoma.”
Curious as it may be, it’s home.
Even more curious, we’re proud of that fact.
All of this is to say that the adventure continues, only a little closer to my home turf. I’m looking forward to some pretty exciting trips coming VERY soon. Hopefully they will provide material for the future, but that’s not to say I’ve been doing nothing. I cannot tell you how many times I have started and stopped about a dozen posts over the last two months. So here’s to breaking silences, new adventures, and the sweet breath of new life that always comes with rain.
Until next time!