The Pilgrimage

Listen closely – for the whisper exists.

I have to drive to Peace River.
I want to be alone.

Come with me to Tok.
I want to be with you.

Please come sit on the edge of a Grand Canyon.
Beside me.

I, I want to walk across never-ending fields.
I, I want to walk into the heart of the Farmhouse.

I need to change, don’t I, you whisper.
I need to apologize, don’t I, I whisper.

You can if you want to, I murmur.

I don’t want it, life, this way, you say.

Essential moments of stillness and movement; of desperation and hope.

Peace River (exists) – it is the geography of our soul…whispering… “All of you is welcome here.”