This past weekend I stopped by my hometown after a trip to Albany on family business. I went to a spot in a wooded area I know well. near my old high school. I needed to slow down and think. I set on a boulder and zoned out. No history research or archeology dig this time. I believe everyone needs to stop every so often and just think and sort through things. I am facing surgery on my throat and it also appears being mildly struck by lightening this past summer may have given me mild heart damage. The term Fortress of Solitude comes from The Superman Comic series. It was his hidden place in the ice of the north where he sometimes went for solitude and solace. My occasional trips back home where I am now little known or remembered is my place. It is where I remember where I came from. The land I tread upon when younger. The people now mostly gone who took time to give me advice or council. Sometimes it is a good thing to remember where ones roots are.....it can help keep humility in ones life. I needed the roots of my past this recent weekend and I needed the quiet. It was time to take a deep , long breath of cool fresh air. It was time to step from the shadows that one may sometimes place ones self in. I found it at my old home area. I have found that many people in life need to take that time. You might say it is essential time for ones soul. So on the heights above the Hudson I found some quiet time and hope you all do as well.
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