Tumbleweeds

Here I am at three o'clock in the morning, and all is quiet, and at this moment I'm reminded of how it feels to be under water, muted and surreal.

There is a L'Amour western called Conagher. Conagher the cowboy (Sam Elliott) meets lonely widow (Kathryn Ross) in a remote and desolate frontier, abounding with Indians, cowboys, tumbleweeds and purple sage. She's abandoned and isolated with two children to care for, but she makes the best of the situation. But out of her desperate loneliness she develops a compulsion for writing Haiku-like sonnets, and then carefully tying them to tumbleweeds, thus releasing her muse into the prairies. Clearly she's a resourceful woman, because what better way to self-publish in the southwest, near or around the mid or late 1800’s, but to tie your sonnets to tumbleweeds? Anyway, some of these imbued tumbleweeds happen to bump into Conagher, well actually Conagher’s horse (he’s an observant cowboy). Dazed & amazed by this weird phenomenon he ponders this poetic prose, and yearns to discover the muse behind them. But being a true cowboy the business of settling down is unknown to him. Upon realizing the need to nudge his affections, she decides to lay down a clear path, one I might note, he readily follows.

I like to think she was blogging, trying to connect, fulfilling a need to express (western style of course), maybe even searching for the cowboy of her dreams (by the way, that's not why I'm blogging). It's a simple story, as only this genre can deliver.

This venue does take some warming up to, acclimating to the whole idea of being so, transparent, but if nothing else, I hope to at least entertain and perhaps even to enlighten.

More about me at another time; suffice to say, I'm here and open to this experience.