i've crossed this country so many times the journey almost seems unnecessary to write about. the truck-stops, the native american jewelry, the junk food, the van full of broke hungry kids trying to squeeze their way across the country... of course the night in joshua tree was great, seeing the sun rise over giant mountains of rocks and the many colors of the waking day as the landscape seemed to move with the daybreak.
but here i am again in portland oregon. beautiful lush green as we slowly drift past mount ashland and of course the skies are dark and heavy. it's funny how i lived here for over ten years and i feel more like a stranger here than i did in texas. these streets are full of memories some beautiful some destitute, and being here reminds me of being stuck. people are buying land and having babies and i am so very happy for them. i am learning to love patience and being here makes me breathe deeply and just know that i am still moving forward -this is just a moment in time that i must enjoy to the fullest.
ah the woman. i knew this was the right direction. she is like a mythical creature who came into my life to save me, or transform me. and she thinks the same of me. against insurmountable odds we made it to the refuge of each others' arms. it's a fairy tale in the process of being written. a tale that transcends time and space.
but not here, not now. now i must go live it and enjoy it.
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