“If you don’t know where you’re from, you’ll have a hard time saying where you’re going.”
~ Wendell Berry
Awake long before dawn, in the stillness of the early morning, I write about endings and beginnings, shovelling words like sand into a box that I will play with and tidy up later. I’m working on a piece for my writing group and feeling self-imposed pressure to get it done.
In time, sandbox filled for now, I open my web browser and Google hotels. We’re planning a little get-away to the place I love best in the world. Soon I’ll be standing on the prairie, breathing deep, and feeling the whisper of belonging in a place that hasn’t been my physical home for many years, but that remains, always, the home of my heart.
The place where I am from. The place where I am going. Simple happy.