Learning to Walk
When I first left a life of fields and forests, dirt roads and mailmen who arrived only by jeep...this is how I felt.
For years, the crowd of buildings, the insistent car horns, and faces everywhere—so many faces—pushed me to the ground. I fumbled past sidewalks, tripped over myself trying to find a way to stand.
Even after all these years of urban life, there are still days when my heart tangles up in longing for a great space...an elusive country peace.
"Learning to Walk" woodcut by Rebecca Brame