It’s get-away day.
A friend asks What are you hoping to find out there?
I’m not sure. Maybe more spontaneous, peripheral vision. To see all the faces. The faces of all the things.
Or maybe, God again. But this time he is a mountain laurel on the edge of the trail. And maybe we don’t recognize him. Until much later, and then realize we forgot to ask all our questions again.
But then we realize he answered them anyway.
That sounds lovely, actually.
Who knows what she has in mind for me? Maybe simply to learn how to listen. Differently. In a language we never knew before. Or one we always knew, but forgot somewhere along the way.
Or maybe some poetry.. You know. To fill in the gaps.
Maybe it’s all the same.
Come on along. This is where we’ll be. Maybe she has something for you, too. And we hope to hear from you.