A quote: “Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.” ~~ J. R. R. Tolkien

I’ll start with a story …

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When you get dropped into some place foreign … or maybe that’s not quite the right word. It’s not your home, something part of you so even each leaf can be taken for granted. It’s not like this world is much different than the one we left.

Until it is and that feeling of being off kilter, of finding something so sideways, you’re jarred yet again by the foreignness. You wonder, will we ever belong?

But that’s first wave. You’re the experiment. The beta-testing because, despite the data, when you step off Ship, YOU are first wave.

And odds are against you.

You hang on to traditions like a lifeline, make families and for your children and their children, there’s no foreignness here.

You may wonder who had this place before you. You see the signs. But Vessels are silent, Ship won’t share. You shrug and make this world your own.

So when your grandchild is as bright-eyed and eager for the Lights as your child was, you say a prayer of gratitude for that innocent delight and you walk holding hands to see, at winter’s solstice, the monoliths glow and twinkle, and tamp down the off-kilter in your soul.

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Now, it’s your turn.
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