Doesn't look like much now, but I'm hoping that I can make this pile of recycled material into a border around the plum trees in front of the back porch. I'm hopeful. After all, every fence starts as a pile of raw material: rocks laying around, piles of wood, rolls of chain-link, political speeches promoting xenophobic fears and hate. Okay that last one was a cheap shot, but you get my point.
It's important to point out, however, that I'm not looking to make the kind of border that keeps anything in or out. Those are important, but that's a post for another day (in fact, I think I've already written that one). The border I'm planning will be crossed over easily. It is not a preventative measure or a necessary boundary. This border is the kind that will help define a space, give it an identity...make it a Place, instead of a somewhere that morphs messily into somewhere else. That type of border is also important.
I'm looking for some of those in my life, too. Lines I can trace around myself to keep myself from bleeding into my environment and becoming indistinguishable from the people around me. As surprising as it might seem to some, I have often sought the opposite: to blend in, thereby avoiding the aggression often directed towards those who stand out. But I want to move past that now. I want to be clearly me, and therefore clearly not you or anyone else.Oh, and one more thing: I'd like to get it done before I go golfing tomorrow at 11. The border around the plum trees, at least.
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