Of Glass and Stones

A few of his specimens are petrified wood collected from the banks of the Gallatin River, Montana, where friends Gordon & Peg Lehman fish for trout and raise horses on their ranch. I’ve known Gordon since college days when a gang of us used to go camping at Grass Lake in Michigan. Back in those idealistic days, we talked about living off the land and building our own houses and gardens. Looking over the group dynamics, we had a nurse, a couple teachers, an artist, a sociologist, a business man, a pre-med student…just about every occupation was covered to form our own hippie commune.We could create a beautiful community, with a common garden and meeting area where young people would interact with their elders, where we’d help each other with day to day chores, make healthy meals, and play music together. Just think…we could imagine and construct a personal hands-on micro-culture!

Or as Austin Kleon put it, “you are a mashup of what you let into your life.” All of it acts of creation.

But I digress. We’ve all been scattered to the wind and let the current lead us to where we are today. Still creating, still wrought with compelling conceptions bubbling below the surface of our minds. I keep pen and paper next to my bed to catch ideas born of dreams. Only thing is, I could use another lifetime to fulfill the long run of stream-of-consciousness ideas.