Fly Away

It’s the only moment in my life that I knew exactly what song I wanted to be playing in the background. I’m a firm believer that every life has a soundtrack, or at least every person has an inner juke box. Usually I have to think about a moment after the fact and sift through my mental lyrics library and add the music in later. But right then – right when it was happening – I knew that “Free Bird” needed to be filling the space behind me.
I stood there loading up my Jeep with shoes and shoes and more shoes and books and odds and ends. I was leaving the convent after only 4 months. 4 months that had lasted a lifetime. 4 months that had brought on fits of laughter, exhaustion, and more tears than I ever knew my body could produce. 4 months of trying and failing and giving up in defeat and finally, finally, surrendering to it all. All to learn I didn’t need to stay. All to lead me back to the same parking space I had landed at 4 months earlier where I had unpacked shoes and shoes and more shoes and books and odds and ends.
The journey started long before that moment. And it certainly didn’t end there. But it was a moment – one moment – when I was sure of something. I was sure that Lynyrd Skynyrd could capture all the thoughts and emotions I couldn’t possibly even begin to put into words. I had fallen silent from the experience but my insides, every little bit of my being, longed to say something…something that would tell everyone around me and even the trees how I felt. I could feel the profundity of my actions taking root inside me, starting down at my toes, but they were stuck there. Unmovable. Wordless. Just a force without dialogue.
And in my mind the song started to play. It was just a whisper at first as I put the last box in the car. The timing was perfect as I turned one last time and stared at the back door leading into the kitchen…”If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?” And then the music started to swell and I smiled from the inside out and sunk into a feeling of comfort that I hadn’t known in months, possibly years. There was no need to look anywhere else but ahead. And the song played on so loud in my head that it drowned the fear that lurked in the corners stalking me. “For I must be traveling on now, cause, there’s too many places I’ve got to see.” The music transformed that December day into summer complete with windows rolled down and wind in the hair. And the lyrics of that sweet, sweet, song started to dance as I drove away.

Fly Away

cribbs

Joined January 2008

desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.