05 September 2009
As I'm driving in the car a song is played. It is an old, familiar song about a man who moves west, spends a lifetime loving a woman, she dies and he must go on living alone...but not really alone. I glimpse this man often. Afraid to live alone, lonely for the one upon whom he had come to depend. A great rend in his soul, the very fabric of his being. It is different Out West, more vast, more isolated. The companionship of even one person means that one is not so alone. So to the world the man talks to the spirits, the wind, the animals, himself... but to him, he talks to her.. or the memory of her... and for a brief beautiful moment, he is not alone because She is there. He remembers her life.