everybody has to leave // everybody has to change.
like the seasons, its God’s way
i was a girl slapping my brother’s head in the back seat of the family van on long car trips, to navigating asian rivers on bamboo rafts and elbowing my way through indian train stations. I will change from a bright eyed college girl to a cultivating mother and a wife. we must leave, we must change.
Donald Miller says we are like books, the way a book stretches out on paper, page after page, as if to trick the mind into thinking it isn’t all happening all at once. Time has pressed you and me into a book too, but it can’t be lived on a page, or understood on a flat page, NO, it has to be lived. A person must get out of her head, fall in love, memorize poems, jump off bridges into rivers, stand in an empty canyon and whisper those poems to a water fall.
:i’ll tell you how the sun rises
one ribbon at a time:
Its a living book this life, it folds out in a million settings, cast with a billion beautiful characters, with a billion different ways to say hello. but I have one word for you:
LEAVE
don’t worryyyy, everything will be there when you get back… it will only be you that has changed.
many more goodbyes and off to another country and again, i have changed.
xo
