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Maps
There are names each thing has for itself,
from “Maps” by Linda Hogan
and beneath us the other order already moves.
It is burning.
It is dreaming.
It is waking up.
Maps fascinate me. As a child, maps meant we were going somewhere on vacation. When I moved to Washington State, I bought a satellite map of the Pacific Northwest to see the ocean and the mountains living side-by-side just to situate me in my new home. When I moved to Miami, I bought a map marking shipwrecks in the Keys because shipwrecks have become a place where new life emerges in the Florida Reef, and that feels both miraculous and hopeful. When I was in New Zealand, feeling a whole lot of lost, I had to see the Southern Cross. Stars were maps for explorers. If stars were good enough for them, maybe they could help me find my way, too.
Change is constant in life, and maps provide a few coordinates — names and order. They provide structure to chaos. They burn, dream, and wake up. Maps are there to follow when I can’t quite see the way. Satellites, careful illustrations, and stars guide. That seems important. Guidance seems important in this world where blind certainty is foolish and doubt can yield paralysis. Home is the point.
About Katie
From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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The Stage Is On Fire, a memoir about hope and change, reasons for voyaging, and dreams burning down can be purchased on Amazon.