...we are what we do, especially what we do to change who we are...

Back in my northern territory. Digging my toes into rich Oregon soil and exulting in everything I love about my land. Green leaves and a sweet breeze, a land of rivers and waterfalls, smiling faces of humans know and love and have watched grow and change and break through old skins to rejoice in glorious new colors.

I feel myself in a very complete way. Like a screw which is always a screw but functions better when attaching a wheel to a bike frame. I am only an auxiliary piece, made complete by my attachments to my family, my friends and this land I love.

However, the land mass to the south, this massive continent in the shape of a bleeding heart has captured mine. I left parts of me there and took parts of it home. We have shared laughter and tears, hardships and joy and my history and future will fill forever be intertwined with it.

I leave you like a parting lover with a promise to return. Blowing kisses on a southern breeze.

''One writes out of a need to communicate and to commune with others, to denounce that which gives pain and to share that which gives happiness.''
~Eduardo Galeano

Thanks for sharing in this journey.