centering
- Posted by Summer Wood on February 10th, 2009 filed in books, seeds
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I’m leaving on Amtrak for Chicago this afternoon, which will put me through the geographical center of the continental U.S. sometime after midnight. Chase County, Kansas. The moon will be nearly full. If I’m awake I may see something.
William Least Heat-Moon wrote a spectacular book, called PrairyErth, about the place. “The last remaining grand expanse of tallgrass prairie in America.” I wonder if it still is so.
Makes me think about the “geographical center” of my own world.
And you?
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February 11th, 2009 at 6:35 pm
The “geographical center” of my world is where I lay my heart. Hang my hat where she does, except she has a jaunty little red wool hat with a brim that she sometimes sets at flirty angle and I usually don’t wear a hat. I have a head of hair to rival any wool hat. Anyway, my center is there, with her. Geographically, right now, she and her red wool hat are in Chicago, bracing chilling winds I imagine. Geographically, right now, I am home by the fire in the land of enchantment. Just to stay centered tonight I watched the mountains turn pink and purple and played outside with the dog a bit. Because that is what she would do if she were here in her red wool hat.