I have spent the past four days in Portland, OR. It is home. It is my spiritual geography, the place where my heart says "Amen" to earth, sky, water, and other assorted neighbors of God's good creation. The minute I step off the airplane into the concourse at PDX, I can feel the anxious weight of my life dissolve. That's pretty great.
I leave today with a heavy heart. I like Minneapolis a lot, but its not Portland. And there are other geographies that have been harsh, places that diminish me, where I am out of my natural habitat and life is a struggle. And I stayed too long.
So, what other Dylan song can you live in when you feel like that but "Mississippi."
Got nothing for you, I had nothing before
Don't even have anything for myself anymore
Sky full of fire, pain pourin' down
Nothing you can sell me, I'll see you around
All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime
Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long
5 comments:
I love Bob Dylan.
His son's band is pretty good too.
Thanks Mark for sharing this with us. I know I have been blessed. I enjoy your blog and have added it to my favorites. Keep up the great work you do here.
I wish we could have attended some of the conference, our realtor tried to pack in as much as possible. We heard from Lanny that the speakers were really good. Next year!
I have the same experience, but it when I step off the plane in CNX. Just typing those letters does something powerful. Strange, huh?
Oh, and I _like_ my hairdresser, so leave her alone!
And she does such a fine job.
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