This piece leaves a yearning and aching in my heart for something intangible like a moonbeam on a clear night. It's something you can't hold onto but stare into so intensely that it becomes part of your being. Though born and raised in Kansas City, I'm now in densely populated New York and long for free range. Vast wide-open spaces are hard to come by, except in the mind of lucid imagination. When rules for living get too strict, one feels restricted and cowboy poetry allows a loosening of the reins. This is not a story of real life as one lives it, but of our lives when we look back to see what made us. In moments when we abandon foresight for hindsight we find elegance and mystery is in our journey.
Review of Sounds in a Cowboy's Head
Sondra Sneed
Posted on November 29, 2004 at 03:05 PM
This piece leaves a yearning and aching in my heart for something intangible like a moonbeam on a clear night. It's something you can't hold onto but stare into so intensely that it becomes part of your being. Though born and raised in Kansas City, I'm now in densely populated New York and long for free range. Vast wide-open spaces are hard to come by, except in the mind of lucid imagination. When rules for living get too strict, one feels restricted and cowboy poetry allows a loosening of the reins. This is not a story of real life as one lives it, but of our lives when we look back to see what made us. In moments when we abandon foresight for hindsight we find elegance and mystery is in our journey.