What would it be like if it took ten years to lay eyes on your homeland again? What thoughts would go through your head as you came closer and closer? That only hours away, and you would walk upon the soil you were born on...and returning to the oldest rock in the world.
I know what it means to walk along the sands of the most western part of Canada, just off the Pacific Rim, where our world ends...and the ocean continues on. In less than 12 hours, I will be boarding a ferry to return home again, and in less than 24 hours, I will be back where it all started for me. I will be back in Newfoundland, and I could not think of a better scenario to finish a book on my life history, in a land older than time.
So now, as the afternoon sun rises in the sky above, I finish what little packing remains, sit back, and prepare to leave. Here are my thoughts on the upcoming summer, where I hope it will lead, and what I know I will finish. Here you go, and may you enjoy.
To taste the salt of the air again...that is what I want. To feel the rain off the coast of Newfoundland landing on my face, soaking my skin, and cleansing my soul. To climb heights of grandeur, and spend nights in adventure and candle light vigils. To know I am home again, and know that it is due time.
To learn the history of my homeland, and where we all really came from; if not those answers, well at least some sort of beginning. To touch the oldest rock in the world, and to know my core is solid because what I am made of is where I am from. To see sights the world holds and protects, and to get paid to write while I write and write...and write.
I know what it means to walk along the sands of the most western part of Canada, just off the Pacific Rim, where our world ends...and the ocean continues on. In less than 12 hours, I will be boarding a ferry to return home again, and in less than 24 hours, I will be back where it all started for me. I will be back in Newfoundland, and I could not think of a better scenario to finish a book on my life history, in a land older than time.
So now, as the afternoon sun rises in the sky above, I finish what little packing remains, sit back, and prepare to leave. Here are my thoughts on the upcoming summer, where I hope it will lead, and what I know I will finish. Here you go, and may you enjoy.
To taste the salt of the air again...that is what I want. To feel the rain off the coast of Newfoundland landing on my face, soaking my skin, and cleansing my soul. To climb heights of grandeur, and spend nights in adventure and candle light vigils. To know I am home again, and know that it is due time.
To learn the history of my homeland, and where we all really came from; if not those answers, well at least some sort of beginning. To touch the oldest rock in the world, and to know my core is solid because what I am made of is where I am from. To see sights the world holds and protects, and to get paid to write while I write and write...and write.
To spend days in solitude and once again, learn who I am while strengthening who I will become...to know thyself is the ambition; to love thyself the key. I only wish I could take you all with me, take you by the hand as I see the glory I know I will see. I only wish for this and more, yet I know more is to come my way not so very far away.
The rest there is to say, there is not the time to write. I'm leaving to greet the twilight in the dawn, sailing over the seas, and watching the world awake. When we next meet again, you will see what I have learned and what you will see as truth...it is in us all but now we have to fight for what we want. Take what is yours but leave what you do not need, for then there is plenty for us all. Until we meet again, people, until we meet again.
"History has to move in a certain direction, even if it has to be pushed that way by neurotics."
The rest there is to say, there is not the time to write. I'm leaving to greet the twilight in the dawn, sailing over the seas, and watching the world awake. When we next meet again, you will see what I have learned and what you will see as truth...it is in us all but now we have to fight for what we want. Take what is yours but leave what you do not need, for then there is plenty for us all. Until we meet again, people, until we meet again.
"History has to move in a certain direction, even if it has to be pushed that way by neurotics."
- Orson Welles
