I imagine longing has to stay in the car. And in that moment, that small and courageous step onto the uncertainty of gravel, in the abandonment of longing and the commencement of action, this, I think, is where true hope can begin.

I wanted to capture that moment. Stroke by stroke. As a reminder. To do something. And I’m not saying it’s easy. It can be terrifying to leave the ride — the “well, we’ve always done it this way” — even when you know it’s not taking you where you want to go. But this courage, to drop the baggage of what was, and see what will be, there is beauty in this. I can see it. Maybe you need to see it too.

I step away from the car. I can feel the rocks beneath my feet. It’s not painful. It feels like possibility. And I am not afraid. With each step I hear the words, “She wasn’t where she had been. She wasn’t where she was going, but she was on her way.”