A home

 

It is reported that, 

upon being named the coach of the Pittsburgh Steelers,

Chuck Noll was asked why he thought he could

reverse the team's losing ways.

Noll responded calmly 

and carefully that losing

or winning

is not a matter of geography.

Home is as much a state of being,

a feeling of belonging

as it is a place, a geographical location.

The Trail is home.

But there are places that serve as home to us.

Because of who is there or who has been there,

because of what we have experienced there,

they have a hold on us; they are home.

Sometimes the trail Trail leads to such places;

sometimes the Trail leads home.

Or at least to one

of several homes.

17 June 2010

The Shire near the Ohio

Louisville, KY

Water moved

As a child growing up on Front River Road on Neville Island, I used to watch the boats in the Ohio River. I only had to pass through my front door and walk across the lawn before I would arrive near the banks of the Ohio. There I would ponder the river and and wonder who was in the boat, where they were going and where they had been and why.

Barges would pass by the island carrying I knew not what. My lack of knowledge made it easy to invent tales of daring and adventure.  

The water of the Ohio moved. And much moved with it: floating branches, fish, waterfowl, ice in spring, and commerce. Recreational boats used the water. It carried pollution visible and invisible. 

The river had power to transport and destructive power as well. It flooded. It claimed life, not often, but it did happen.

Living in Louisville as an adult brought me back to the Ohio. While I did not spend the time on its banks as I did when a child, I experienced comfort and joy knowing the river flowed near my home.

I have returned to Neville Island a couple of times. While much has changed both in reality and from my childhood memories, the Ohio River with its power, grace, and mystery remains.

14 August 2011
Cincinnati, Ohio