Over 1,300 miles away from home and I have found pieces of my soul along the way as we have journeyed through Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska and the Dakotas. Somewhere in waving fields of corn as far as the eye can see, in red barns and blues skies stretched wide and long, something about North Dakota feels like home. Maybe it's because my husband feels at home here. Maybe because we are one flesh - I am part of him and he is part of me - maybe there is part of me that is supposed to feel at home here too. Perhaps it's God's way of tangling a couple together so intimately and deeply that when something fits for one, it can certainly fit for the other too.
But this is definitely his place, much like the crashing waves of the ocean's shore is mine. And it's fitting for him I think. North Dakota is much like Todd. Quiet and calm, gentle and easy, rugged and down-to-earth. I can literally feel a different pace of life here. Nothing is hurried or stressful. Things green and grow in a way that the heat of Texas' summer sun never really can. And something about this places invites you to slow down. I've needed that slow down. We both have.
Today I took in a giant sunflower field. It was nothing but pure yellow sunshine and joy as if it was created simply for me to delight in.
This place has surprised me. I wasn't expecting to fall for it and I have a little bit. Much like I fell for Todd almost 10 years ago - I was surprised that I fell for him too. He was different than any other man I had known, but I was drawn to him. I still am. Even now, in this place that feels like home to him, he feels a bit more alive and vibrant than his normal at-home-in-Texas-self.
My soul feels at peace here. I'm curious about how at home I feel when I'm so very, very far away from it.