What comes next? And what becomes of you now?
I don't know.
Only you can follow the light. You chose life.
But where does the road begin, where does it end—
the one that wraps and winds all over my mind?
When does the pain stop, and when does the healing begin?
Who was there for you when you could not be there for yourself?
At some point, randomness no longer prevailed. Months of bone-shattering uncertainty decided suddenly to end.
I came back home. And the pain came with me. My mind and body and soul had become out of sync.
I had to begin to let go. So, I did. I did and did and continue to do.
What's it mean to have a home? To have somewhere to go?
Where even is your h o m e l a n d ?
Where have you ascended from?
Who were your antecedents?
You started to figure out what's in here— But what's out there?
What lies in darkness?
Where were we? And where are we going? Who are you? And who were you once?
The way out of the valley is strange and difficult, but eventually, the next mountain's foothills will begin to appear. Believe in your own convictions...
Lean into the pain, for when you feel it, you understand it.
Does it feel good to be home?
Agency: U.S Forest Service
Program: Resource Assistant Program (RAP)
Location: USFS Headquarters, Washington Office