flight
Approx. two months ago, I left that province, and I moved east. I left behind worn out boots and worn out schedules and ideas. i left behind an old man and gained a new child. i walked and i waited, i had company, and i had solitude. i felt growth but i knew i was moving in the wrong direction, literally, geographically, personally.
a young tree will sprout from the ground and grow toward the sun, toward light, and if you build a roof over it, it may briefly lose sight of the sun, it will not stray from its destiny, but become merely side tracked. continually searching for light it will grow sideways and push around the new obstacle and soon it will be moving straight towards the sky again. this sideways movement will be visible for the rest of the tree's life but it will not stop it from growing. and in old age that tree will have lived a long and crooked life, but it will be strong and happy. it will feed the air around it and give to new life in the ground.
i am not a tree,(not yet) but i look to the trees for inspiration.
now, sitting in the warm home of some old friends in a new town on some old rock, the far reaches of the west coast of my home land, i feel new, i feel happy, and i am thankful for the crooked times and the rays of light that have kept me pushing forward. this path is righteous.
leaves, no worry for the wind.
wind, no worry to the leaves.
sincerely, your friend, your brother, your son. dr.
(post script. Ram.bo has been shining like the sun!)