finding my home…reaching a balance

With the skyscrapers of the city rising before me and the rolling hills of suburbia fading behind me, I came to the realization that this is my home. This “melting pot” city of diversity, with its intertwining cultures of nationality and religion and sexual orientation, still holds a place for the typical southerner. Granted, I would never describe myself as “typical”, whatever it is that actually means. But I am certainly a Southerner and I have found a home for myself in this diversified southern city. I often write about the changing beauty of the river that I cross each day on my journeys out into the world. But I never write of the beauty of constancy that I feel each day as I walk between towering buildings of steel and glass. The beauty is not the same, as man cannot compete with Nature’s creations. But it is beauty nevertheless. A beauty of power and stability, of security and imagination. A beauty that has formed from the intricacies of an individual mind and has come to manifest itself as the formulating structure of this city. It is this combination of beauty, the creations of both Nature and man, that continues to pull me inward on a daily basis. With the awareness of the river’s changing from moment to moment, so is the knowledge of the constancy of the architecture’s stagnancy. As I continue to watch the rolling waters of the river, I have become increasingly aware of the solid, rising structures that surround the river. Through the beauty of each, I am beginning to reach a harmonious balance.