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Delilah pauses on the road to become a part of her surroundings and feel the rhythm of an unknown place photo by Colin A. Danville

Delilah pauses on the road to become a part of her surroundings and feel the rhythm of an unknown place
photo by Colin A. Danville

“Every space I find under my feet, is new, is in some state of becoming. Becoming more than the place before that. Some call me a wanderer. But I think I’m just living. Else, wouldn’t we all be standing still, exhausting the opportunities of this moment. It’s okay, it’s okay. I don’t need a consensus. I just need my own feelings. And when I get a pulse to move through to the next part of whatever it is I’m doing–I do that. It’s not intellectual, or calculated, or even logical. Those choices never fed me so much as the rush of giving into some spirit, some whiff of change, some fleeting but definite sign that my path is onward. Further. Deeper. There up the road, maybe. Or behind that door. Or under that rainfall. Or in between his left and right eye. Home is mostly transient. I come from a family who often misses me, but knows, deep down, that I have to go.” ~~ Delilah, daughter of Cora Mae, sister of Moriah, mother of CoraBella who is yet to be conceived.

 

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