a sense of belonging.
I can feel it from a distance. It lies in the rock and in the grasses and it lies in the way the road curves through the landscape. As I hurl myself northwards along hwy #10, my pulse slows, eyes smile into the woodlands, heart widens.
I belong to this land. My roots go deep into the soil, the rocks, the lakes. I feel related to the shapes and colours of native flowers, trees and lichens.
On a regular day I move about in my world, working, eating, sleeping, not thinking much about where I am or why I am there.
But then suddenly I will catch a look from my cat, or as I stand by the sink doing the dishes, this feeling of being inside my own life, being just exactly in the spot where I have moved myself into over the course of my life, will come over me and I smile with the knowledge of belonging into my world.
Without a family I am one with the road. I walk for the sunshine and the rain, I walk for the birds and the foxes and the bears and the deer.
Respectfully I harvest berries and remark on signs of coyote and frog and firefly
And where I stop, I plant the garden and weed the garden and harvest the garden. Then I shovel snow.
Someone asked me : Are you walking far?
My answer : I hope so, I have not turned around yet!
I belong to this land. My roots go deep into the soil, the rocks, the lakes. I feel related to the shapes and colours of native flowers, trees and lichens.
On a regular day I move about in my world, working, eating, sleeping, not thinking much about where I am or why I am there.
But then suddenly I will catch a look from my cat, or as I stand by the sink doing the dishes, this feeling of being inside my own life, being just exactly in the spot where I have moved myself into over the course of my life, will come over me and I smile with the knowledge of belonging into my world.
Without a family I am one with the road. I walk for the sunshine and the rain, I walk for the birds and the foxes and the bears and the deer.
Respectfully I harvest berries and remark on signs of coyote and frog and firefly
And where I stop, I plant the garden and weed the garden and harvest the garden. Then I shovel snow.
Someone asked me : Are you walking far?
My answer : I hope so, I have not turned around yet!
