Catharine Mi-Sookさんのインスタグラム写真 - (Catharine Mi-SookInstagram)「I landed in the desert when I was at a crossroads searching for everything and nothing and hadn’t a clue. I was too old for this. Everyone else was starting to get established and I was still reeling from a life that I thought would be forever and wasn’t. And no, I’m not talking of a great love affair or that sort of thing, but of a clear direction and purpose that I could not foresee significantly changing. Until it did. And I said out loud, “This is not where I am supposed to be! So what now?! Where am I supposed to go?!” Literally two seconds later the phone rang and I was handed a new book called New Mexico. The wind was already blowing through my hair as I drove off into a midnight moon to eat fried green tomatoes with a stranger before leaving the shelter of east coast, the only home I truly knew. . Some places get deep into the bones while others feel like a mere postcard of memory. And then there is New Mexico, which swallowed me whole. Shorter of a season than most other dwellings, but leaving an imprint that still howls and longs for the expanse of wild herbs and spices that linger in the breeze. It is called an enchanted land and enchanted it is indeed, truly a living and breathing folklore unlike any other. Watch your step. . This dusty vast was my rosebud tea and I sipped it slowly each morning. My pace changed. As did my perspective. Literally and figuratively as I was on an entirely different altitude. It was the crux that held long lost dreams realized and unforeseen rerouting that gave me more than I could have ever wished for. It led me to the Pacific which twirled and christened me onto this new path until my jeans were sopping and soaked and I hopped on a plane with a new book called The Great Unknown and Motherhood To Follow. . There’s something about books. The kind you read, the ones you write in, and the chapters you live out. One could say I’m fixated on their presence, which could explain why I have endless stacks of each. And why I gather knapsacks, writing tools, paints and pockets - they’re all guardians of the stories, and stories are the very songs of the soul that bridge the infinite with the finite and live on as we share them.」10月16日 23時31分