It may sound ridiculous to say, but wherever and whenever I travel, I find symbols of my inner journey, the personal transit that extends beyond airline tickets, overstuffed luggage, and souvenir shops. And it’s often not until I arrive home to look at the images within my camera, that I see the patterns.
Am I imprinting meaning where none inherently exists? Does it matter?
Whether inherent or imposed, the imagining of a pattern changes me and the pattern becomes true.
The following are a selection of images from my travels last year through British Columbia, a break before I began on the next great journey of my life, and one I take alone.
I break for the surface, avoiding the pitfalls and traps of my past (Hope)
And initiate a journey, the destiny of which I cannot see (Brandywine Falls)
I search for something in which to believe, a home for my soul (Tofino)
A place to rest my head if only for a short while (Hope)
I cannot not stay for long but must ascend the mountain (Tofino)
Must break my tenacious grip on the past (Mt. Baker, WA)
Mother, Nehiyaw, Metis, & Itisahwâkan - career communicator. This is my collection of opinions, stories, and the occasional rise to, or fall from, challenge. In other words, it's my party, I can fun if I want to. Artwork by aaronpaquette.net
Press on, son! The journey, open-ended, is your present goal. The destination? Well, wait and see. And trust.