Back from a whirlwind tour to Franklin to Edinboro PA and up and back through traffic and heat. The heat on the way back . . . it was dark going up. So we traveled 700 or so miles in 40 or so hours and in between saw some family and heard a wonderful violin performance by our granddaughter, Brid.
These trips are almost always movement, although I squeezed in two hours of sleep Saturday afternoon in between four hours of sleep Friday night and five on Saturday night.
Lots of numbers there. 700 miles, 40 hour trip, four, two and five hours of sleep. Thirteen hours of driving. Thousands of cars and trucks and things that go. Five family folk. One great violin piece.
Priceless.
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.