space to fill

sitting in a hostel in quebec city thinking about ways to be a better human being: to make better use of my time, to appreciate more, to be more full.

there is a lot of space between home and quebec city to fill.

cross country

Tomorrow, we are going to get into our little car and drive clear across the country.  I know my heart belongs on the land, and I am so happy to be able to free it into the western sky, bring it down to the rocky earth and deep lakes of lower Canada, and let it skip out over the Altantic ocean.  It wants to sing with excitement; it hums its anticipation in my chest.

he and i will wear sunglasses
hold hands in the car
stare out at a slowly shifting horizon
until we reach the sea

We will carve a path across the land, through such an enormous, wild and beautiful place, until we cannot go any further.  And I will keep my eyes open as long as I can and take in as much as I can until my heart and head are fullfullfull of our wilderness, our boundless potential.  We are so lucky.

the pigeon in the road

today in the middle of the road i saw a decapitated pigeon. it was lying on its back, clawed feet slack, downy feathers viridescent in the way pigeons' feathers sort of shimmer like northern lights.

it was startling.

i wondered where its head went.

and these days i feel the same as the pigeon in the road. not that i feel dead -- just that i wonder where my head is, too.