Destination optional

| 6/30/2008 3:30:00 PM

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I am not a destinations person.

Some people have five year plans that say things like "make partner in the firm, have second child, discover cure for cancer." Mine looks more like "learn 500 new things, interact (in a positive way) with 500 new people, visit 500 places I've never seen." (Believe me, the proper AgPix Daily Photo Wants listing can get a person close to the 500 new interactions.)  I travel a lot. Not to exotic faraway lands, but to beautiful exotic-sounding places like Fayetteville, Arkansas, Freeburg, Missouri, and Keokuk, Iowa.

I'm a process person.


While I do get things done (surprisingly, quite a few things), I often get sidetracked in the details on the way to a goal: learning to spin when I can't find exactly the right yarn for a naalbinding project, spending copious time learning about Incan civilization while I'm researching an article on llamas, becoming totally distracted by the baby daffodil blooming in the parking lot, or stopping in Bella Vista (on the way to Fayetteville) to find out just what's so "bella" about their view.

The name for this blog comes from a quote that my mom has as her sig line: Blessed is the Life that finds Joy in the Journey. (I'll spare you all the possible cliches or car company slogans, though I could pull out all my geek stops and quote the Lord of the Rings, "The Road goes ever on and on...") We sometimes spend much more time getting there than we do once we arrive.

Jennifer Nemec
8/12/2008 10:20:43 AM

Thanks, Dad! I'll be on the look-out for turtles in my travels! Looks like Hank's already seen a couple: Lvoe, Jenn

Jack Nemec
8/12/2008 9:53:21 AM

Jenn, Congratulations on your Blog. I am so happy for you and I look forward to reading about your journey's. I hope you get to see a lot of horses, cows, pigs and turtles along the way. Have a wonderful time. Lvoe, DAD

7/17/2008 4:51:25 PM

I thought of this when I read your wonderful words: from "Little Giddings" by T.S. Eliot We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, always— A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one.

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