This summer, Brent and I took a pretty wonderful trip. We visited my family in Australia, and then spent a couple of weeks in Norway and Iceland. We saw relatives we had not seen since we were married, and introduced ourselves to a new one – my cousin’s sweet baby boy. We had the chance to put on fancy clothes and have our portraits taken in incredible landscapes with the incomparable Lilli Waters of I Got You Babe Weddings. We walked on Australian soil for the first time since my Grandmother died, and Brent held my hand as I visited her grave and cried and left her a flower. We ran through some cold ocean waves and hiked in the forest and took boats and planes and trains (a lot of trains). We walked on spongy moss and stood under waterfalls and marveled at the vastness of the sky. We never had any idea what time it was. It was so much more amazing than I could have imagined or hoped for.
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.