This is post 1,000 for This Here Light. It’s funny how you sometimes start down a road just to have something to fill the long hours and you find the things you’ve carried around in you for all your life waiting along the way. It’s been four years of mining the gravel roads. Of ice covered secondary highways. Of rich green coulees and fields of flowering Canola that stretch on beyond even my own imagining.
What happens when you let go and try to understand something so different than yourself? You move away from who you were but you never become wholly what you move towards. You get caught in a sort of limbo where you don’t fit where you started and you don’t fit where you are. Maybe that’s okay though. Some people are living their lives everyday and some people are fascinated to watch them live.