Today I go home. This is the second time in basically a month that I have flown across the world for the privilege of being on the West Coast – and all of the attendant opportunities that may or may not appear. There is no place in the world I like better than the California Coast – from top to bottom, one of the most significant geographic tapestries on Earth. I am proud to call it my home.
In 1851, John L. Soule said:
“Go west, young man, and grow up with the country.”
I think the time has come again where this sentiment means a lot more than meets the eye on first impressions. These are uncertain days, and as a very wise friends of mine says, things are shifting. And she is, of course, correct. And in times of great shifts, a great many of us head West. [The irony is not lost on me that I must go East to go West.] Soule was onto something big. The mythology of the West is far deeper than I can get into here today, as I look at a pile of laundry not quite dry that will soon need to shoved into my suitcase and greedily drink my coffee in hopes that it will help me to remember: what to bring – electronics and camera equipment, what to leave – expectations… So many people I know headed out this week… the variety of Europe, the mountains of India, the legacy of Peru… each destination with some element of Soule’s West. I am inspired by these people, their ideas and their movement.
Today I go home. And some day I may grow up. For now…
I miss you
I’m goin back home to the west coast
I wish you woulda put yourself in my suitcase
I love you
Standin all alone in a black coat
I miss you
I’m goin back home to the west coast….