This morning I drove to the levee above Venice, Louisiana, where the road ends and the Mississippi River branches out like the roots of a great tree, dissolving itself into the Gulf of Mexico. I walked to the top with my coffee and camera and watched the sun rise on the 90th day of this journey. My heart nearly burst with the gratitude I felt.
The last days of this journey have carried me like a leaf in the current, gathering experiences and emotions, building to this moment on this levee – watching the river and the moment come and go, holding on to nothing. The days since my last post could only be lived; there was no time at all to write about them. I promise to tell you all of it, but right now it’s time to go home.
In the morning, I will touch “Home” on my GPS and let it take me there in time for Thanksgiving. Be just a little patient with me, please, and I’ll be back to finish the tale!
For now, thank you, each and every one of you. Sharing this experience with you has made it richer and more beautiful than it ever could have been without you.
With love and gratitude, Gayle