This week is for seeing, with a sharpness and clarity that’s surprising, maybe, all the links, all the patterns, all the ways that you’re connected to this world and the ways you belong to it and the ways you’ve been shaped all houses and streets and forests of your life.
You move between two places. You move between two places. You are, after all, the one whose name enfolds the mysteries of… repetition that is also opposition, of one thing that can also be two. This is who you are; this is the grammar of your identity. It is not easy, it is not comfortable, it is not what you thought things were going to be like. But this is how it is, and when all is said and done… at the end of all these tales you live in the middle voice, you are here and you are there, you are sometimes the rose and sometimes the rock, sometimes the photograph and sometimes the person, the monument but also the girl, object and subject, a boy and a man, you are sometimes cruel and sometimes wounded, sometimes the beauty and sometimes the loss, you are here and you are there, and you are alive.
The wheels have stopped spinning and it’s past time for me to say good night all on what has been a remarkable journey across the country with my swimmer. So much gratitude and love for all the benevolent hospitality we received from so many fabulous folks. Thanks for those who’ve read along with us on the road, too. It’s been fun and good for me to think about how to document it all. Hope you’ve enjoyed.
Should other exciting trips crop up in the future, I wouldn’t be surprised if Sidecar Jilly rides again…