I’ve been listening to this a lot.
“Ya vi tanta lunas que hoy ya no se si soy o fui”
Last Sunday, KB, my parents and I headed south. We didn’t quite make it to the big hole but we had a nice loop up over Mt. Trumbal and out through Short Creek. Or as the locals call it, the crick.
Space. I think that is the only word to describe the Arizona Strip.
Having my dad along was a nice trip down memory lane on two levels. First, we reminisced of other trips out yonder and how long it had been since the last one. Second, he shared some of the history of the area with us. The range wars between the sheepherders and the cattle men. Showed us Hay Rock and spoke of the forgotten spaces. Space.
And then there is this, http://columbiachronicle.com/chicagoan-pedals-across-the-americas/.
To be pulled in two directions is to yearn.
It would have been about 9 years ago. It was a summer morning in Santiago. The light was breaking through the wooden blinds that covered the hole in the wall that served as a window. As many of these mornings served, I was thinking. There were decisions to be made and roads to tread. It became painfully apparent to me that I was at a dificult crossroads. If I chose to go the way that I did, I would always be missing something. I had two families on two different sides of the world. If I was with one I was missing the other.
Divorce can cancel certain agreements but it doesn’t erase ties to people that aren’t but always will be your family. I will always be cursed with that decision.
Space – A continuous area or expanse that is free, available, or unoccupied.
Yearn – Have an intense feeling of loss or lack and longing for something.
I yearn for space, open roads, open time, freedom.
If you see a bum on the side of the road it may be me, be nice.
P. L. and R.