As I move into four score of life lived, I find myself with more ideas than ever…this blog is to share some of my musings about various things–from West Texas roads to folks in Algeria to my neighbors next door.
Mostly I’ll be talking about Texas and Texans, my culture bumps, interesting people, the thrill of learning Chinese and the soul-satisfaction of playing the 100 year old piano in the living room. And I’m pretty sure I’ll have something to say about the cats in my life too. These felines answer (or not) to the names of Luci and Fiona or the amazing sleeper cat – Cheetah. Oh, and I answer to the name of Carol Mae Archer. You can learn more about me by clicking here.
Now you might wonder where the name for this blog came from – it is from the last line in a poem I wrote a couple of years ago that was published in the Cenizo Journal.
Driving in West Texas
The motor hums
as white fluffy clouds grip the edge of the windshield
and pull the car along the asphalt ribboned road…
While long-legged field rows run alongside
only to dive into ragged fields of mesquite
and sticky grass
clutched in cliché rocks.
Singing going to Balmorhea going to Balmorhea…
then
humming beside the ditch of water running past the scary deep pool
and climbing up round and round red rocks thrust through
eons of crust
to a time in recent past when lives were whispered in
West Texas winds.
Carol Mae Archer 2014 Third Quarter. Cenizo Journal
So thank you for taking the time to visit!