In Search of Inspiration

27 Nov

A forty degree November day, no rain, no wind, about as good as one can hope for in Rain Central, otherwise known as Olympia, Washington.

A man and his dog, walking down the road.

The shadows are longer in November, football fields in length, and somewhat menacing, although I know not why.  We are heading in the same direction as the sun, westward, young man, go west.  The sun appears tired in that place, at that time, tired like a three a.m. stripper after a four-set night, dragging ass and longing for the welcoming respite of the distant horizon.

Maggie is alert.  Deer up ahead, a couple hundred yards, Maggie notices, the doe notices, no contest in that race, Maggie left with dreams of what could have been, not so unlike most people if you give it a thought, pondering the shoulda beens and the coulda beens, all the while the sun keeps moving towards the west and another day of the nows is rapidly disappearing.

A coyote howls!

Canadian geese overhead, that distinct sound, that distinct flying formation, destination south, crossing over us, right to left, Maggie looks up, no way of knowing what she is thinking, her senses at that point on overload as the last of the maple leaves drift to the ground, giving up the fight for another season.

A chain saw in the distance, an angry growl from the machinery, a concerned growl from Maggie dog, a new sound she will categorize, store for future reference, all part of the learning experience out in the country.

Dew on the fields, shining, sparkling from the sun’s weak rays, seeming to dance for me and my dog, free entertainment for those willing to brave the chill and leave the city’s insanity for an hour or two.

This could be our home soon. We’re thinking about it, sell it all, downsize, buy a tiny home, move it onto the farm.  Seems like the thing to do, you know, pack it all in, say goodbye to the remaining debt, simplify, and embrace the countryside.  Maggie would be thrilled with the move.  Like many Americans, I’m just tired of the race.  There’s no enjoyment to it any longer.  At seventy, a slower pace sounds right, you know?  I’m not talking about putting the brakes on, mind you, because I think it’s important to stay active and have a purpose.  No, I’m just talking about gearing down a bit, enjoying it more, adding to the special memories while there is still time, before that sun reaches the horizon for the last time.

There is still growth to experience. There is still time to become the man I want to be.  I can still raise my consciousness.  I can still accomplish so much.

Random thoughts on this November day, a man and his dog, walking down a country road.

SIDE NOTE:  This is my writing process, in case you were wondering.  I find inspiration while living my life, and I wanted to share part of that process with you.  The simile I used, about the stripper, was part of the process. I’m always trying new similes. That one might find its way into a novel one of these days.

Until then,  I’ll keep on practicing as fall turns to winter here in God’s Country.


“Helping writers to spread their wings and fly.”

25 Responses to “In Search of Inspiration”

  1. Janine Huldie November 27, 2018 at 2:53 pm #

    Loved your random thoughts today and as always thanks for sharing a part of yourself here with us. Happy Tuesday now, Bill 🙂

    • Billybuc November 27, 2018 at 2:55 pm #

      Thanks a bunch, Janine, and Happy Tuesday to you as well.

      • Lori Colbo November 27, 2018 at 8:14 pm #

        I had difficulty finding a place to comment but this was truly lovely and I’m sharing it. Thanks Bill.

      • Billybuc November 27, 2018 at 11:51 pm #

        Thank you very much, Lori! Just a guy and his dog out for a walk. 🙂

  2. Mike November 27, 2018 at 3:35 pm #

    Hello Bill – This piece reminded me of the writing in ‘A Sand County Almanac’ which is a long time favorite read. Downsizing with strippers just isn’t going to work. Or maybe I should have a full cup of coffee before commenting. Peace.

    • Billybuc November 27, 2018 at 3:39 pm #

      I almost spit out my coffee, Mike. Too funny! Thanks,and I’ll check out that writing you mentioned.

  3. Lawrence Hebb November 27, 2018 at 3:54 pm #

    Fantastic to take this walk with you, thank you for the invite.

    • Billybuc November 27, 2018 at 4:27 pm #

      You are always welcome to join me, Lawrence. Thanks my friend.

  4. Emese-Réka November 27, 2018 at 3:57 pm #

    That was beautiful, Bill. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us.

    • Billybuc November 27, 2018 at 4:28 pm #

      I appreciate that, Emese…thank you!

  5. Greg Boudonck November 27, 2018 at 4:43 pm #

    You know my friend, I was feeling a bit uninspired today until I read this great post. Thank you Bill.

    • Billybuc November 27, 2018 at 5:03 pm #

      My pleasure, Greg. I gain inspiration from your posts all the time, so it’s nice to repay you.

  6. manatita44 November 27, 2018 at 8:35 pm #

    A brilliant piece of writing! A masterpiece in fact. Up there with Henry Fielding’s Tom Jones and better than that of the woman who wrote To Kill a Mockingbird. Inspiration is the harbinger of greater and vaster tomorrows, painting the joys of yesterday’s and harvesting the beauty of current time. Peace!

    • Billybuc November 27, 2018 at 11:50 pm #

      Thank you my friend. Rarely do I see the word “brilliant” associated with anything I do. I like it. 🙂 Peace and love always!

      • Manatita December 5, 2018 at 3:43 pm #

        Well, your work is always awesome, with the added enchantment of some masterpieces. Perhaps this poet has sometimes used the eloquence of Silence. You did’nt feel it? Shame on ya! Lol. Carry on Bro.

  7. Sageleaf November 28, 2018 at 2:52 am #

    That intro there sounds like the opening of your next novel. Hehe. And it’s well done! Is that the description of the place where you’re going to move TO?
    Ah, the rat race. Yeah, that. The one I unjoined in 2012 and even though I work at a school three days a week, I refuse to go full time in the hopes that I’ll carve my own existence, on my own terms, as long as it takes.
    I’ll get there. And you will, too! The countryside sounds like a great place for ya. 🙂 Perhaps I’ll come to want to live in the country again. I’m enjoying living in town (never the city, mind you) and never locking my car doors, forgetting to lock the house half the time. A place where they keep the Christmas decorations up from the first week of November to the first week in March. A place where I can walk to the downtown coffee shop, or if I let the grass grow too long, my neighbor will just mow the stuff for me. 😛 The hiking trails are a 10 minute drive away…
    But I don’t have any chickens! (Haha…I don’t know what I mean by that; I just thought it would be funny to say. Haha)
    In any case, Big Bro, I hope you have a wonderful week! Great writing up there. 🙂

    • Billybuc November 28, 2018 at 2:50 pm #

      Thing is, Lil Sis, this farm is only five minutes from town, so it’s not like we would be stuck out in the sticks. It is the perfect solution,me thinks, to what ails me.:) As always, you are appreciated.

  8. phoenix2327 November 28, 2018 at 10:30 am #

    Bill, these stream-of-conscious writings are some of your best work, I think. I do enjoy getting a peek at your thought process. Some really good similes here too. Nicely done.

    • Billybuc November 28, 2018 at 2:46 pm #

      Thank you Zulma! I love nature…the country…the peace…it seems to awaken my muse.

  9. Shauna L Bowling November 28, 2018 at 6:16 pm #

    Bill, this is absolutely beautiful. I really can’t say much more than that. Your words take my breath away.

    I applaud you for considering a tiny house. I wouldn’t be able to do it in a million years. For one, I’m claustrophobic. For two I’d need a place to escape to when it’s too cold (or hot) outside. As it is, my 1,360 sq. ft. house sometimes feels too small for two people. But to each his/her own, right?

    I really enjoyed reading this, Bill. In fact, I’m going to go back and read it again!

  10. Andrea Stephenson December 2, 2018 at 3:41 pm #

    This is a beautiful piece Bill, I loved journeying with your train of thought – and I thought that was a great simile!

    • Billybuc December 2, 2018 at 3:51 pm #

      Thank you Andrea! Having never seen a stripper, I have no idea where that came from. 🙂

  11. Billybuc November 27, 2018 at 11:51 pm #

    Thank you very much!

  12. Billybuc November 28, 2018 at 6:35 pm #

    You are sweet, Sha, thank you! I’m glad I haven’t totally lost my creative skills. 🙂 As for a tiny home for sure, they are not for everyone. Luckily Bev and I found each other.


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