Into The Embrace
Published on October 18, 2010
This isn’t home anymore.
(If my mother reads this, she’ll be upset with me.)
But that’s the truth at matter. That’s simply how I feel.
When the plane began to make it’s descent into Cleveland, I got all teary eyed when I saw the blue of my old friend Lake Erie. I was in awe of the colorful patterns the rooftops and abandoned buildings made. I felt soft, sweet….I felt nostalgic and reverent for a place that houses old ghosts of me.
But this city no longer has space for me. I’ve let it go. I gave it over for something I felt would better nourish me.
But coming here still centers me. Still grounds me–and reminds me of things that only an old hometown can bring to the surface. There’s a familiarity I find in strangers faces.
The same old coffee house I used to frequent now plays country music?
The wine bar I worked for years sits on the opposite side of the street?
My home I occupied for a decade had lights on last night? Who the heck is sleeping in my bedroom?!?
Things keep moving, things keep organically falling in place.
I take a deep breath of the Autumn, grey air.
I smile. I realize.
Life is part letting go
And part beautiful embrace.