Thanks as always. Waiting for my son's return and thinking, often, of how the "open road" will feel for him when he finally returns (or his longing now). Sometimes it feels like the road has been made shorter for both of us, or made a detour on life. He, inside, me, waiting and neither fully engaged with life. Something put on hold, the grounding familial connection, held by proxy in phone calls and letters. But ever so grateful for your work and the work of those who are waiting to "swing car keys around their fingers". Art is its own open road i figure, or at least one to take in the in between.
Wow! "Drive My Heart" is a terrific song!
waiting.
thank you harriet for sharing a mother's perspective. mothers and grandmothers are top of mind inside. they are deeply missed.
Thanks as always. Waiting for my son's return and thinking, often, of how the "open road" will feel for him when he finally returns (or his longing now). Sometimes it feels like the road has been made shorter for both of us, or made a detour on life. He, inside, me, waiting and neither fully engaged with life. Something put on hold, the grounding familial connection, held by proxy in phone calls and letters. But ever so grateful for your work and the work of those who are waiting to "swing car keys around their fingers". Art is its own open road i figure, or at least one to take in the in between.