On the Road

A friend sent me this Facebook image that I love–a cowboy pouring coffee with the caption: “I’m not antisocial. I just like my own company more than I like yours.” I sketched it repeatedly this morning while having my oil changed. The solitary figure reminds me of my friend and fellow blogger Wayne White, who always hacks a solitary path through his daily life.

My current reading is Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own. The second chapter opens with her fervent quest, notebook & pencil in hand, to find the unvarnished truth:

One must strain off what was personal and accidental in all these impressions and so reach the pure fluid, the essential oil of truth.

I sense frustration in the writer as she moves through the British Museum, feeling that what she gathers in her notes is inadequate. I myself have endured that frustration in my past, when I was seeking to complete assignments and meet deadlines. But now, with retirement, things are much different. There is much time for reflection, and no deadlines to find the truth. And at this stage of my age, I find the journey, the quest, just as fascinating as any perceived destination.

Thanks for reading.

I make art in search of the truth.

I journal when feeling alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

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