I was 22, standing on a beach in Ghana, West Africa, commenting how conflicted my heart felt as I prepared to travel home to Calgary, Canada. All these years later the details of this conversation have glazed over in my mind, with the exception of what was said next.
“We have this saying,” the man said softly. “Even birds must return to land.” I’m not sure what, if anything, I said back. I seem to remember him smiling. Continue reading “Flight”