many times i see myself walking along a highway. i hear the oncoming cars, trucks and motorcycles. the people inside the vehicles see me and feel sorry for me, or are frightened of who or what i might be. i am scared of them as well, but i am safe. i am exactly where i want to be. there is no safer place.
i feel the heat from the road beneath my feet. i hear the insects and field mice in the scrubby grass along side the road. i watch butterflies and moths sail with the swirling breezes kicked up by traffic whizzing past. the sweat on my collar and my shadow keep me company. where i am going is not important. why i am going is all that matters. searching for something that is always with me but can't be found without a long journey.when and where i find it wont be in a single moment. it won't be at any particular place on a map. i may not even recognize what i'm looking for when it comes upon me or i upon it. in fact i may never know exactly what it is im in search of. but the journey feels right. if it no longer feels right, i will think of something else to do. and if possible, i will do it.
