Wednesday, December 19, 2007

december daydreaming

mikie's in new york right now.

i am just taking a minute out of my studies to picture him there: a bustling, energetic, dapper little gent in a bustling, energetic, dapper BIG APPLE. it is vicariously fun for me, here in slow, rainy, quiet placerville today writing research papers, to imagine this. as i'm sure it is for all of us. when joey was on his road trip, i had to take time throughout the day to just picture it, vividly, where he was. missississippi's deep green swamplands, the ancient burlesque charm of the french quarter, the drive through wild prairie lands...there is so much beauty in our country and we are lucky to move freely through it, wild as the wind!

mikie, if you get a chance to check this, you are living your freewheelin' dreams. i know we're not supposed to say "i'm proud of you," so i will word it differently. i am excited for you, for the experiences you're having, and for people who get to meet you. it is exhilerating to see LIFE happening for people and connections being made and learning going on. we all know the stuff that is REAL LIFE. and i am proud to be a sister and daughter in this amazing family in which we are all fully engaged and alive on this earth, ready for adventures and full of imagination.

just like the great romantic poets. which reminds me: when are we going to make our BEATTY FAMILY LITERARY/ART MOVEMENT EXTRAORDINAIRE happen? and b. i better get back to work on my paper.

from california to new york island...

2 comments:

Susan said...

Hey, Heather I feel the same way imagining Mikie there in New York! I am so happy for him. Our whole family has such a sense for adventure. Way to go to all of you who travel here, there and hither, thither and yon!!! You are all so creative and wonderful...Love to all, Mom

Mikie Beatty said...

this land wasn't made for you and me, it just formed independent of us. But I promise you, there's no machine more beautiful to breath in the frosty morning air than what I now know as New York. And without Starbucks that city would literally have no life. making human-nature realities even sweeter and more poetically separate.