Many personal issues concerning wife and work and child would be discussed but there was kind of a spiritual one which was foundational.
I just spent five minutes trying to remember the exact word I used thirty-four years ago: IMPRACTICAL.
We were talking about the things I liked ten years earlier, or more to the story’s point, before I met the woman I would have my child with.
Ah 1974 the year Joni Mitchell released 'Court and Spark' on New Years Day no less.
"Help me I think I'm falling In love too fast It's got me hoping for the future And worrying about the past
'Cause I've seen some hot hot blazes Come down to smoke and ash We love our lovin' But not like we love our freedom"
Writing poetry of course. Walt Whitman. Then there was my Russian period after reading Crime & Punishment.
I did all of Vonnegut after reading ‘Cat's Cradle” and gave my cousins copies for Christmas.
Then I told the shrink I even had a crush on Henry David Thoreau because impractical.
So why did I feel Thoreau was so impractical became a recurring theme over the next several weeks until I went to revisit Walden
every lunch by leaving work and driving to a lake at Harold Foster State Park and climbing up a hill with chair and nothing to eat but my book.
Henry would still be my guru if I hadn't spent an entire year reading his journals day by day
and editing a passage for a daily blog post from 2004 to 2005. Go and visit your hero for a week, never mind an ever-loving year.
"the mystical is most practical" ~Nisargadatta
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