I used to live here. I moved. What was I thinking??
As a keeper of cats I have been there, done that, have the t-shirt.
"Love should be the only way for men and women to live together. No other ritual is needed." -anon.
"If you are playful about meditation, mind cannot destroy it. Otherwise mind will turn meditation into another ego trip; that will make you dangerously serious." -anon.
"Don't take yourself so goddam serious." -Alcoholics Anonymous
"Just let things be in their own way, obey your own nature, and you will walk freely and undisturbed." -anon.
Johnny Appleseed’s name was John Chapman. He was actually a fairly wealthy man at least at one point because he had so many orchards of his own. He really did plant apples freely, not only on his own land, and he was a purveyor of applejack. The apples of his time were not the sweet eating apples we know. They were largely inedible but they did make credible alcoholic cider. That was the principal drink of his day. The grain fields did not yet exist, and what grain there was went into breads and such, so there was not much beer or whiskey either. Rum was imported.
John was well known as a complete eccentric, one of a kind.
In those days, they drank apples. Applejack, Chapman's gift to the frontier. Johnny Appleseed brought them good strong drink and they paid him very well, so well that he grew orchards all over those long valleys and low hills, good cider makings, safer than water.
Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.