December 8, 2006
Layers of sound for these layers of sandstone.
Assuming all goes smoothly, this is the final week that I’ll call this particular paradise home. At least, in the immediate, physical sense. Like this cliff, my history is built from many layers deposited right here. And despite the flooding waves of change, I don’t see those layers eroding any time soon.
I think that the significant places where we’ve arranged our books and furniture remain home to us throughout our lives, regardless of what our address says. As I prepare to shift my existence 14 degrees latitude to the north, I am deeply aware of the layers of happiness and depth of creativity that have composed my life for many years in this spot. The geology of joy.