Transience

Since leaving Yellowstone, a part of me has felt void. As if I left something behind 7,000 feet up. There's not a day that slides by that I don't think of those forests and rivers. Soon enough I shall return to those mountains for another summer of passing experience. Perhaps that's why I hold onto it so dearly, because I know it slips away easily; time passes and then it's gone once more. Realizing what I had from last summer, I feel as though this experience will take on new meaning. I've had time to contemplate my first time there, I know what I want to do this time around. I want to see the connection between nature and God even more than before, I want to feel his presence all around me like never before. As a human, a woman, a Christian and an artist I want to see life with new eyes. New sights, smells and feelings. I want to replace what was left behind a year ago..I want my missing piece back. And I want to grip it stronger than ever before. I'm making my own tracks through God's guidance. No one is telling me my path, I'm capable of my own decisions that define me. Because that is what self is: an accumulation of definitions that we choose to implement in order to create who we are. My path is to continually search for those words and experiences that define my existence. To play and arrange them as I see fit for each season of my life. My path to walk is my own, but also one beside a Father who loves me and wishes me a perfect well being. So upon my return to the West this summer I'll continue my journey of self, in order to piece together the attributes that are distinctly Laura.