Home Again:
McCall, Idaho
McCall, I have a crush on you,
In case you were wondering, I officially love this state more than I did the day before. It’s so diverse. It’s so sweepingly grand.
…and watermelon.
You, Me & The Wildflowers
I listened with open ears.
I listened deeply with an open heart and heard what he really had to say and saw his brokenness for what it really was and when a friend finally came along to safely drag me away from his ranting he reached out and gave me a hug like we were old friends. Like we had connected in a real way as two human beings in hip high wildflowers on the side of a mountain. I said, as I walked away:
You know, I don’t know where his notion of what the West should be like came from but he’s got it all wrong. This is the West. We make it the way it is. And if you come from somewhere else and are blind to our true spirit, or if you come here expecting something else, then you make yourself blind to the beautiful reality of this space and you shouldn’t stay because you’re just cramping a horizon that would otherwise be wide open.
In the sun, under the shadow of the West edge of the Rockies,