Once again, I’m struck with the dilemma of “where to put this blog”. I’m in GA and only 30 miles from my Locust Grove home, so on paper this sounds like something I’m writing from a place where I live. My surroundings, though, tell me otherwise…I’m cuddled up in bed in a certain little cottage on Lake Jackson, and I’m pretty sure the 40-mile drive from Athens took me through a few wormholes, because this feels like a completely different universe.
I sat outside on the lake tonight, watching a storm slowly make its way towards us. You could see the whole system from our spot on the water, and we spent a few hours just watching the lightning inside the cloud, this sort of mysterious yellow light that would illuminate every few seconds and disappear. It was beautiful, and I was wrapped up in thoughts of someone who I knew would appreciate the storm even more than I. I’ve spent a lot of time lately sitting by large bodies of water at night, and I’m always struck by the memories they bring out from the recesses of my mind. I’m full of memories, thoughts, things to say….but oddly enough, I’m struggling to find the words to type this, pausing every few minutes. I’m surrounded by inspiration – this place is more alive than almost anywhere I’ve been lately – but I can’t seem to get it all out. I feel like I’m in limbo, floating on an inner tube between the start of school and the surreality of the past few months. I’ll grab an anchor soon enough, I’m sure – the quickly approaching deadline for my Paris papers has made sure of that. Until then, though, I’m okay with being lost in thought for awhile. My heart is all over the place…perhaps it’s time to start piecing it back together. I can’t think of a better place to start than the edge of Lake Jackson, with no cell phone service and a few days ahead with family and Heather. For now, that’s more than enough.