Nov 14, 2017 Malta
Flying into Malta the other day I was listening to the Bob Dylan song Forever Young and I felt my old heart, the one that I gave away a few years ago, beating in my chest again. All the heights we’ve seen from plane to plane in the last 4 1/2 months where all reflected back at me as I listened to this ‘oldie but a goodie’ song.
May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
The Maltese wind was blowing against my window last night. I left Derek sleeping and walked to the window and stretched my mind out across the rock walls and down the island’s steep cliffs to plunge into the sea below. The rock shines off the blue of the water and the limestone buildings fade into the dirt of the land. The shades of earth are brown, green, and stone yellow. This landscape is an endless stumbling block. The memories of the land are hard to get to beneath the rock bed that forms this place. The land is empty and open with nothing but rock walls snaking over rolling hills, breaking it into sections and tiers of farm land and walled cities. It is an odd twist of middle east meets Italy.
The world is bigger than we think. It’s truly infinite. I see everyone carving out a piece of life for themselves – to relate, worship, live, and communicate.
I’m leaving the island but I still feel that girl who was awoken in the night from the wind howling by; taking it’s time as it passed me at the window, flipping my young hair as it climbed up past my roof top and into the sky above. I again heard Bob Dylan in my mind sing, “May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung. May you stay forever young.”