I really love living in the Ozarks. As I look out my window, everything is kind of discombobulated and uneven. The natural world is not a manicured world here. It is interesting and alive with spirit. Being a child of the 60s, I totally embraced the no bra, no makeup, no pretense era.
The misfit that I am just fit in (well that is an oxymoron). Lets just say I found a little of myself in the movement. And you can take the girl out of the 60s, but you can't take the 60s out of the girl. Oh, I do appreciate the well groomed rose garden, but I find my imagination in the little purple flower popping up to say hello amid the just real. We have a world full of beauty queens and muscle beach types. We live in a world of superficial facebook relationships and fast food friendships. Oh how I long for the times we actually touched each other and thought and actually believed in "World Peace". A time before the world changed us, when we believed we would change the world. Now from the top of the rung to the bottom, we jockey for position with strong wills and weak imaginations. I am so grateful for my Ozark home. On a trip to the bank or the grocery store, I can spend more time visiting with neighbors than doing my errands. I am so thankful for the birds, the mountains, the weedy overgrown road sides, the slow moving and talking folks that couldn't give a rats ass what I drive or where I live. I can drive past the gym, straight to the coffee shop. I can forget to comb my hair and slip on a large sweatshirt to hide my bra-less frame and the people I meet will look at me in the eyes and stir my imagination with kind conversation. You can keep your CNN and Fox News, I prefer to get my whats up from Buck Pyatt or Barbara Harmony or one of many purple flowers growing up just to say hello, growing up through imagination and beauty.......just real.