“Whoa, it’s kind of scary here in the city.”
I ask my 12 year old what she finds the most intimidating as we navigate heavy traffic between tall buildings in our 15-passenger van.
“Using crosswalks.”
I chuckled, so much honest innocence there. In our town there are no streetlights, let alone crosswalks.
Here in the city it is never dark , yet sirens, screeches and shouting can be heard at all hours.
There is a different flavor of wildness here than I meet in my mountain home
I am not interested in settling on a preference so much as in
Settling
In Satisfaction.
In Wonder
That I get to experience both
And hold each in a vessel of delight and deliciousness that I can choose
to drink from rather than judge.
Each one with its own way of holding me
In my smallness
Yet I find meaning in knowing that
the mountains and skyscrapers are both
Aware
Of me and that we observe
Each other
And in that mutual witness I find that
Home
And Belonging are a
Way of life so I say, YES!
I live in Salt Lake City, and
I live
In a bedroom community in the mountains an hour south
I’ll have some of each, please.
And Thank You.