Thursday, January 12, 2012

But I hadn't wanted my destination to be foreign - I was just passing through, voyons! And yet, as a friend was explaining to me the reasons why she couldn't possibly live in Europe, the reasons to which I once subscribed myself, words crossed my lips and cut deep into my conscience; words so unlike what I had heretofore been proclaiming.

"I do believe this is the first time I've ever heard you speak in favor of the foreign," she said, slightly amused.



I am walking toward a place, living in a place, weaving existence in a place I thought I could not love.

Destination: most definitely unknown.

9 comments:

Nancy @ A Rural Journal said...

A complicated conundrum to be sure. xoxo

Pam said...

I pray it turns out to be, where you are meant to be, Alli.
Warm hugs,
~:)

Judy said...

Been thinking of you. Lots of (((HUGS))) sending your way.

TexWisGirl said...

my sweet friend. i wish you peace.

Out on the prairie said...

Home to me is where I hang my hat.Someone asked where my home was and I answered right here.

Meg said...

Isn't it funny where God takes us, even when we're so adamantly opposed (or *think* we are)? :)

I sure am glad where you ended up - all these wonderful pictures you are sharing with us!

MarmePurl said...

Hung where I can see it daily, is a little slip of paper that was given to me by my daughter when she was a young teenager. It reads "Life is Journey, Not a Destination"

Randy said...

Interesting post and I love that photo. Wishing you a great weekend.

Cheyenne said...

My dear, you writing is so lovely...so poetic!