"refers to a person who has 'migrated out,' but often carries a connotation of politico-social self-exile." [Wikipedia]

I wrote this word on my window last month (minus one accent aigu, oops). My metaphor. A reminder that I am on the move and things behind must be left behind. When they pull back at me, I draw a line and call them my old country. Incuding: a scant sort of language, a way of life (existing?), a few concrete objects and maybe one or two people. Whatever must be gone from my life, I say of these to myself: Already gone.

I learn like an emigrant, one who leaves, and someday like an immigrant, one who arrives. Now is the forward, the new air and its miles before my face. The in-between, where I am anchored only to my feet and my breath. Walking—expectancy—and the waking.


her chicago girl 12/20/2010 3:38 PM  


Holly 12/20/2010 3:42 PM  

my Chicago girl - my metaphor. for courage and continued progress in the areas of my life where I need it.

her chicago girl 12/20/2010 6:11 PM  

Just making sure you're coming back.

Holly 12/20/2010 7:06 PM  

oh yes. yes, I am.

Heidi 12/20/2010 7:32 PM  

I like that thought. Thanks for sharing.

odessa 12/20/2010 11:20 PM  

lovely <3

Holly 12/21/2010 9:47 PM  

Heidi - and thanks for reading.

Odessa - thanks, Miss Green Card. <3

Erin 12/23/2010 11:38 AM  

this post could've been written just for me.

I love reading your words.

Holly 12/23/2010 8:09 PM  

Erin - then we can say I did write it for you. that'd be all right with me.

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