Larry McMurtry, known for his book,
Lonesome Dove, wrote
another book about roads—the many roads he had driven on and the
hundreds of miles he had explored across America. At last, returning in
memory to the place where he grew up in east Texas, he recalls that his
father had seldom gone much farther than the dusty roads near his dirt
farm. Comparing his own travels to his father's localized life, McMurtry
admits,
"I have looked at many places quickly. My father looked at one
place deeply."
I wonder how much of my life's journey has been seen quickly, but not deeply. Where is the place you know deeply, where your heart is at home, where you know your place in the grand scheme of things? Maybe, just maybe, that's the place to be.
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