First off, the state of Virginia is for lovers. Or so they say. It is also very pretty: lush and green, with horse pastures and historic monuments and miles and miles of Blue Ridge parkway to drive. We've been having a nice time, my friend and I, hiking the Appalachian Trail, spotting a bear at the roadside, and camping in the Shenandoah Valley.
It's been three weeks since I was laid off from my high-paying but not-very-much-fun corporate writing gig. And now I've got that enviable combination of money and time and a single question to ponder: What do I *really* want to do with my life? So far, Virginia has not provided any shining examples of creative endeavors successfully undertaken. And, for all its historically significant sites and scenic beauty, Virginia is hot. And humid. Sometimes there are thundershowers, msotly unexpected.
We've seen Monticello, which means little mountain in Italian. We've had several occasions to see women in bonnets and men in curly-edged hats. Traditional fare has been consumed. We have spyed Natural Bridge, a very large rock bridge formed awhile ago by a lot of water flowing in one particular place. Now, we're thinking of going to the mall, mainly because it's air-conditioned.
Tomorrow: home again, to a three-week Zen Buddhist practice period. Meditation should provide ample opportunity for poindering the question of my life's work.
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