Her voice resonated over the phone line. I was calling, with thousands of miles stretched out between us. She was speaking from a place that is almost as familiar as my home. Perhaps I should say comfortable.I settled into England soon after I arrived. This was a new experience for me. The truth is I hardly ever settle into anything, much less a new way of life. For some reason I just fell into England. I suspect another visit some day. Not any time soon of course. Just sometime. I told that beloved girl of the way I needed to reclaim that place. I wanted to settle into it again. On my own. Alone. Unaccompanied, uninfluenced, and unexpected.
There are pieces that we lose along the way. I don't believe that I am to return there to find the pieces I lost. You see many of them have been returned to me. They are not the same. No, they changed somewhere, sometime. Of course my claim could be they are changed for the better, but that is not true. However they are changed. This change pulls me forward. It begs these questions. So maybe the pieces aren't better or the same, but they are inspiring. I think this inspiration will lead to better pieces. Not different ones, merely evolved.
I may have opened a question that is too big to be answered. you have had the privilege of watching me stumble through this question, only to find I need more time. The beauty is I will wait. The beauty is I am aloud to. The beauty is I don't have to make sense of this today.
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