A Goodbye I Never Sent

a goodbye i never sent

you were a faithful home away from home. 
thank you for the ferrying of my heart into and out of it's ever changing seasons.
you were always there, constant.
i grew to know myself, and the world i live in, in ways i'm not sure i would have otherwise.
thank you for that gentle allowance and space for discovering those long ago washed up things.

i will miss you always. 

A Place I Call Home

hanging with my breath, seeking peace and renewal.

this is a place i can always find that peace. 

a place i call home.


i listened to this song again before writing this post and it brought tears to my eyes. how is it one can have so many homes and feel so deeply belonged-to and apart of them equally and completely? i am truly so fortunate to do so.

Shot in Agfa Vista 200 35mm film in fall 2015

The Hunger To Move

I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation- a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any Here. They spoke quietly of how they wanted to go someday, to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something. I saw this look and heard this yearning everywhere in every states I visited. 

Nearly every American hungers to move.

— John Steinbeck 

Comfort

There are things that we find comfort in.

Something that I think we most often find comfort in is familiarity. 

Things that we know. 

Things we find reassurance in because of their known-ness. 

Often these things come in the forum of places. 

And I think that that’s my favorite sort of comfort.

 Comfort in a place. 

A place I know. 

A place I can close my eyes and run my hand over and still see.