Exodus
Some would say I sold out. Most of my earthly possessions are now no more than a memory. Some damn good ones at very least. I quickly came to the realization that most of it was entirely useless anyways; you really have no idea how much of what you own can actually, in one of the strangest twists of irony I can think of, end up owning you. A physical and metaphorical weight is suddenly lifted off your shoulders. Soon enough you are set free, able to fly, light as a feather, like a bird into the wind.
It has been 8 years since I first set foot in the southwest. 8 years since I first laid eyes upon this immense landscape. 8 years since I was set free. Though I have made plenty of mistakes, friends and enemies alike, I would not change a single moment. The path we take through life brings us to where we are today, through thick and thin, it always leads you to where you need to be. Like a trail wandering through the wilderness it weaves through rocks and trees, sometimes seems like it is hopelessly lost, but before you know it you are exactly where you wanted to go all along.
For the time being I bid adieu to the sandstone, the sunsets, the shifting seas of sand that definitively define the southwest. This is not goodbye. No, this is so long for now; until we meet again. Set free once more, flying high like a bird. A creature with wings is never meant to be caged to begin with.
Stay tuned; something very different is on the horizon. What’s the opposite of a desert? Somewhere wet and green and surrounded by water, perhaps.
Stay near. Stay far. Stay crazy.
~Eric