A bit of Americana

Looking back, I like to think that I've had a pretty decent life. Decent education. Loving family. Great friends. The gamut of activities and social events. Cub Scouts, then later Boy Scouts, church groups, extra-curricular clubs, and so on.

Girlfriends came and went - some staying longer in my life than others. A few have made deep impressions on my life, while some are nothing more than vague, fleeting memories now.

And then, sometimes, I wonder what I've accomplished in my still relatively short life. Yeah, I've got two great kids whom I would die for. I've got a pretty decent job and I still have my family and friends. But there are times when I feel like it's slipping by way to fast.

It seems like only yesterday when I was holding my son in my arms and rocking him to sleep. The late night feedings and the many, many diaper changing patrols. The baths and feedings, and baths again. That was eleven years ago. Where does the time go??

So now I sit here listening to the sounds of Tom Catmull, contemplating a slower, more simple era in my life, when the only time I rushed was to the Christmas presents under the tree, to a special treat my mom would make fresh from the oven, to go outside and play with my friends.

I think I owe a special thanks to my ex (of my first posts) for turning me on to his songs. Since she would frequently go back to Montana to visit her friends who still lived there, she brought back a few of his CD's and later suggested I listen to them.

His styling is slightly rock, a bit of country, a dash of folksy blues, but mostly, if I had to put in one word, Americana. There's a lot to say about this man's music. I can't make any observations other than how I feel when I listen to it. I see wide open skies, rolling hills, soaring mountains. Nature all around me.

I feel warm and secure.

I feel young again.

I feel like I'm home.