In 2008, my mama and I drove several days from Seattle, WA to Moab, UT. Along with a couple of her previous trips there, the journey in this video marks some of the beginning of a paradigm shift in my mother's, and my step-father's, life. It also marks the beginning of a paradigm shift in my own world. Sometimes it's good that what you end up with on camera is simply the record of the journey there, when you're sailing through the air, leaving out the moment you make sudden contact with the ground (or whatever stationary object you're hurtling toward). This is our drive to the land my mother loves (and where she and my step-father now live), sailing unhindered before we hit the immovable object, smiling but nervously anticipating the bump, and the bruises.
My mother ran away to this ancient land to find what she wanted and I was, at the time, indignant. But it planted a seed in me, and the next year saw me eating my own indignance as I, myself, chose to run. The outcomes for us both were very different, but in many ways our outcomes always follow each other. We're always learning from one another. We're so much alike.
Looking back in hindsight at these clips, right now as seemingly everyone in my family is simultaneously finding themselves living squarely in a new paradigm of living, I can see that when we appeared to be running away it turns out we were simply taking the next step in finding our way home.
I dedicate this to my mother and step-father who are making a new journey together and have landed for the moment at home in these red rocks; to my brother and his wife who are so brave and amazing (and he made some of the music!) and are currently taking a break before they find their home; to my partner, with whom I feel I have a home, and who every day changes my entire universe for the better.
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