One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city and my mind transcends to other worlds while my feet remain firmly in contact with the cobblestoned path. This path for a little while becomes a Yellow Brick Road into my own thoughts and life.
I never have and most likely never will. I am much a loner and follow no man or god other than myself. But I tried. O’boy did I try. I tried in high school. It was my high potential inner city ghetto youth phase. In college it was my Black student revolutionary phase. I tried with the corporate world. My white shirt and tie, Mr IBM phase. I tried to be a part of the institution of marriage. My get married, buy a home I can’t afford, have a baby to please the wife, and get divorced. What I refer to as my socialization into “normal” society phase.
What I learned from trying to fit in is that I don’t, but it took me a long time to let go of trying and accept my freedom and choice to not have to fit in. Not with any group. Not with any state. Not with any nation.
The only group I consider myself a part of is the human race. I am a human life form living on a planet third from the sun. I still don’t fit in, even here, but everywhere, I am learning becomes my home, at least for a while. Maybe I am an alien! Wow! That would explain a lot of things…
Laundry day on the river.
Random thoughts while I walk and live to The Roll of the Tomebamba.