Tuesday, May 10, 2005

coming home is sometimes harder than leaving

We join our heroine (that would be me) in the capital city of the largest island in the South Pacific, the second-largest island in the world ... she is the highlander islander who having run her sad love song the world over, has finally come back, to her home, to her people, to her 'ples'.

She has run for a long time. Maybe longer than even she knows. And its not just tired bones and lonely heart that led her back, its some well where she dropped a stone many months ago and is still waiting for the sign that the bottom is not dry and not too deep for loving.

For the first time in a long time, home feels like the beginning of the rest of her story ...

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ricebag! You are so right. I love reading your blog. Congratulations. It is so vivid and happening.
I am really glad you are doing this!
Kiss from someone you know ;-)

19 May, 2005 17:27  

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