That week in the ICU we weren’t sure where my dad had gone, and if he was ever going to return to us. Today we say a prayer for those who need it, for those who are facing something they have never faced, trying to find the Christmas lights in the chaos and overwhelm of their emotion.
It isn’t fair that he is alone. They had plans. They talked about getting that RV when they retired and traveling around the country to have an adventure of the lifetime—just like they had dreamed we would do as a family when we were little but time got away and reality set in and we never went.
Is following the yellow brick road really how it works? Follow follow follow follow…Can one just trust in her ideas, be open to the tiny breadcrumbs of inspiration that appear and savor each morsel as she walks forward in faith?
The message is clear: I must come back from the wild and be tamed by fear in spite of the intense and almost animalistic desire to remain free. To put it more simply, a girl traveling alone with her dog should be afraid for her life.
We had waited for days to see her. Several sunrises and sunsets sitting by the river where they say the wild horses come to cross. I wanted to know what it looks like to be that free.