Sunday, July 19, 2009

Mavericks

In the last election we heard a bit too much about mavericks—John McCain and Sarah Palin practically made the term their by-word.

Well, now that we're in the state of Arizona it all makes a lot more sense. Is Arizona known as the Maverick state? It might as well be. Everything is called "maverick" here—the local magazine, the local gas station, street signs. We see the word everywhere we go.

Apparently, people in Arizona think they go their own way and that might be true when it comes to doing whatever they please with their huge tracts of land and letting their cows roam on other people's property. There's also a bit of the renegade in the cowboy population.

But, generally speaking, this place is way too conservative to be considered mavericky from my point of view. A real maverick who expresses themselves through their mode of dress or by promoting an alternative point of view is quickly met with a withering stare. That might not be true in a place like Phoenix, Sedona or Flagstaff. It's even expected that a person might be a bit offbeat to live in Holbrook, perhaps, or where we are in the desert. But in the tiny pioneer towns? No, not at all.

I feel like Paul and I are moving in the direction of going elsewhere, have felt that way for a long time. But there isn't any particular place I'm longing for. I feel like I'm "awaiting further instruction." Open to all sorts of possibilities is probably not a bad way to go.

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