Nov
15
2009
The Grass Is Not Greener Elsewhere
Author: siggyThe grass is not greener elsewhere. It is so tempting to believe that but it is not. Sometimes paradise is right in front of you. This year I discovered a large raspberry patch within an hundred yards on the street I live on the edge of some woods.
This was to be the second year I was going to pick raspberries in a patch I discovered last year on my property. And then I discovered this patch. I did not know who the owners were. The berries were wild. I picked enough at the new patch for at least two pies.
It amazed me I never noticed that patch before. It was ten feet in from the road and I happened to notice it when my dog was sniffing around there. What else am I missing right under my feet?
I was going home from church and took the long way because the land was wilder and I never knew what wildlife I would see from this road.
I was not disappointed this time: I flushed a dozen wild turkey hens. I do see wild turkey around here but I had never seen so many at one time. I was thrilled to say the least.
I never know for sure what discovery I will make next time. We have thousands of books between us and there is an universe in each of them so I have no need to travel too far to explore the next universes.
And that does not even include universe after universe in my music– thousands of LP’s, cassettes and CD’s.
I never run out of things to explore. I do not have to go to far but don’t get me wrong I do enjoy traveling once in a while. I just don’t feel I have to.




I can not tell you exactly why music is so important to me but it is. On some level, the music I pick every day to listen to is done intuitively. As a rule, most of it is uptempo and I actually absorb energy from it. In fact, if I am tired I can no longer can listen to such music: I have to switch to something laid back and mellow.
This is often no need to leave my room. My music is here. Each note, each song, each LP, CD and the cassettes I have put together from my vast music collection, they are all universes within universes. That does not even mention the many books on my shelves. Then there are the birds I view when the sun comes up and spend hours doing so. I never have to go too far to explore the next universe. My mind roams all the time. And that is just one large room in this house.