Mother Earth, that is. I have spent the last year trying to “fit in” here at the Asylum. Never mind that I have never fitted in anywhere. One of my New Year’s resolutions (unkept I might add) was to take part in at least one Asylum event/activity every week. I tried. But it just didn’t work. I wasn’t fitting in. And, I wasn’t a happy camper.
Cue up a little Robert Service:
There’s a race of men that don’t fit in, A race that can’t sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain’s crest; Their’s is the curse of the gypsy blood,And they don’t know how to rest.
Well, on Saturday – whilst toiling in the Asylum cutting garden, I dug up the rock. It seemed like a nice rock. So, I put it in my pocket. Later that day, I looked at it carefully. Mostly sandstone with a little limestone. The limestone doesn’t fit in. But, it is still a part of the rock. It makes the rock a little more interesting. So, maybe I don’t have to fit in to be a part of the Asylum community. Mother Earth’s lesson.
The most important debates since Lincoln/Douglas are tonight. I will watch – as much as I can stand with a few of my new friends. I am taking “Debate Bingo Sheets” and a bag of dark chocolate to share and a flask of Kona’s finest to drink myself. (I have to TV – but some of my friends have very fine theater systems.)
May you live in interesting times.
I’ve changed the preamble (in my mind) to…AA is a group of men and women who feel like they don’t belong……” Now, I finally belong to something. Greg isn’t one of us, but he attends Dun Robbin even when I can’t….loves the caring and fellowship.