Mita kuye Oyasin…We are all one. The Lakota saying was written in red spray paint on a piece of plywood, leaning up against a fence on the side of the road. I did a U-Turn to take a photo.
Driving down the highway that connects the South end with the North end of the Texas Hill Country, I am so used to seeing the landmarks that are familiar and have become obscure. I always have my faithful traveling companion in the back with my clothes and stuff I think I can’t do without.
She is really enjoying her summer haircut in the 101F degree days we have been having lately.
The road time can be lonely but I feel a little in limbo right now. I have a dream, a goal I am taking steps toward. It takes place in the country I grew up in. I love where I have lived for the past 15 years but I have grown and so have my dreams. So I am in the in between place.