“Perhaps when a man has held a woman in his arms, there is a little of her with him forever. Who is to say?
A ruined castle, and ancient garden, a moon rising over a fountain . . . love comes easily at such a time. Perhaps we loved each other then; perhaps we do not love each other now, but we each have a memory.
Love is a moment of stillness that sometimes a word can shatter to fragments, or love can be a thing that endures, a rich deep current that flows unending dow the years.
I do not think one should demand that love be forever. Perhaps it is better that it not be forever. How can one answer for more than the moment? Who knows what strange tides may sweep us away? What depts there may be or twists and turns and shallows? Each life sails a separate course, although sometimes, and this is the best of times, two lives may move along together until the end of time?
Listen to the music out there. Is the song less beautiful because it has an end? I believe each of us wishes to find the song that does not end, but for me that time is not now.
I have nothing. I have no home, no land, no position. I am an empty gourd that must fill itself.
I owe no debts to destiny, nor could I exist on the bounty of another. I am not a lopdog to be kept by a woman. I do not know what awaits me out there beyond the tim of things, but destiny calls, and I must go. For you and me, today is all we have; tomorrow is a mirage that my never become reality.”
The above was taken from a novel by Louis L’Amour called “The Walking Drum“. He was more famous for his westerns, a number of which were made into movies, but this shows the depth and beauty that he could write.
I have read just about all of his books, I hope, and I am always amazed by the beauty of the country that he wrote about. In every one of his books that he wrote and the areas he wrote about, he knew from having been there and saw with his own eyes. He was in a way a historian of the history and beauty of the old west. I have seen some of the places he has written about and can testify to those few areas as being exactly like he wrote about. So I do believe that he had an eye for beauty.
I have seen the Grand Canyon, the Mesa’s of Arizona and New Mexico. The plains of Kansas, Missouri, Colorado, South Dakota, Oklahoma and Texas. The majestic Sierra Nevada‘s and the towering Grand Tetons. I have panned for gold in California’s rivers and streams. Visited the Bucket of Blood saloon in Virginia City. Climbed the mountains of northern New Mexico and Colorado.
I have seen ghost towns and could in my mind see the old-time cowboys riding and walking down the streets to the ‘old watering hole’, to get a drink or two. The doors that would swing in and out as they went through. The stable where those who stayed awhile would leave their horses to be taken care of. The old original Wells Fargo Station in Smartville California and imagine the stages that went through from Sacramento to Grass Valley that were robbed by Black Bart and others. I have seen the hydraulic gold mine which made Smartville one of the biggest cities in California at one time.
I could continue but then I would never be finished because I have seen the beauty of nature around the world and am never disappointed by Mother Nature and her ability to show us how much she loves the world. Now we only have to return that love by being kinder to her and not try to remake everything into what we want. Keep loving each other.
- Western fiction recommendations? (ask.metafilter.com)
- Letter Re: Protection From Falls (survivalblog.com)
- The Bat Segundo Show: Jennifer Weiner III (hermenaut.org)
- Love Came Down (cindyholman.wordpress.com)
- Unexpected (enreal.wordpress.com)