In diversity we are rich.
For some reason as we approach what I consider the year’s midpoint this thought strikes me. Yes, many—perhaps most—believe we’ve already passed the year’s midway point. After all, that happened when June ended. I think differently, though. I think in terms of seasonal diversity.
Back when music was more physical—as in storing it on a shelf rather then in a small device—it had to be organized in some manner, especially if you had much of it. Where many chose the alphabetical route I went according to genre and sub-genre.
Okay, this is rock and that’s country. Easy enough. H’m this is a bit of a cross so it’s country rock so I’ll set it between. Oh, wait, this doesn’t rock much so it must be country pop. This is folk. This is folk pop. This is dance. This is classical. This is…
Then I’d periodically rework the entire system. I came to realize I enjoyed the classification process almost as much as listening to the music (I’d listen to music while classifying…it was heavenly).
I was rediscovering my music’s rich diversity.
Yes, the best part of reworking my system all the time was that I’d rediscover music I’d forgotten about or music that existed between genres…music the radio seldom reminded me existed. Likewise, my eternal love for the Beatles is related to their rich diversity.
Eventually there came downloading. No longer was there a need to classify entire albums or an artist’s entire catalog (splitting an artist’s work on the shelf was akin to chaos in my mind). Suddenly EACH SONG could be categorized for sorting purposes to reside in various playlists.
A categorizer’s heaven and hell all at the same time.
In many ways I’m reevaluating the seasons in my life. Life in Wyoming contained a brief spring, a normal length summer, a snapshot autumn, and an extended winter (October through April). That changed in Missoula so I’m excited for a real autumn (my favorite season and I’ve not truly experienced it for over 25 years).
Still, I’m not going to get ahead of myself and wish away summer’s offerings, though I do note that summer’s midpoint is upon us (early August). Already Missoula’s dramatically far north location is altering the daylight hours. That’s a primary difference between July and August. August days are often just as hot, but that heat doesn’t last as long each day.
How am I appreciating the season? I’ve watched the river transition through different stages as the snows melted increasingly higher on the mountains. Recently I enjoyed the Celtic Festival and spent an afternoon picking huckleberries in the mountains. In early August comes the Fair & Rodeo, but by then we’ll be on the backside of summer and, for me, the year.
I’m rediscovering diverse seasons and loving the experience! So then, is it any wonder my stories also represent significant diversity?
Diverse peoples. Diverse cultures. Diverse landscapes. Diverse genres.
I simply am not programed to think differently.
It’s how my brain works and what attracts me. I see myself as fortunate to live in a country as diverse as this one where diversity is great. How lucky I am to have the ability to easily travel from one region to another without ever leaving this nation’s boarders.
Even if some don’t see it I see it and I appreciate it and I try to pass it on in my writing, for in diversity I am rich—and I’m thankful for it.