Miles

by Jennifer on September 12, 2010

Every year around this time, I get nostalgic for the place and the trip that inspired this song and this post (which is one of my favorites).  It’s a rainy day and I’m feeling self-indulgent, so I’m sharing them both again here.

The song: Miles to Montana*

Answer

I was in the middle of nowhere, but I felt as though I had arrived at someplace important and pivotal. A place that should show on some map of my life with the words Go here.

Heavy and golden, the moonlight sank to earth on a parachute of stars and brought everything around me out of the shadows – the hulking shapes of mountains, open space, a black ribbon of road. Far away, the light of one house.

I stood in the middle of a road in northwestern Montana, shivering with the wind that ran through me like a hundred ghosts. I had stopped to get out, to look. No other car would pass by while I stood there. The night was big. The world was big. How many times had the wind that filled my lungs traveled along the curve of the earth? I breathed in, sure it told me secrets of what my life could be, how big it could be, now that it was all mine again.

Back home in Connecticut, my job waited for me and my husband did not. Our separation was new, no older than a month. With less fuss than it took to plan our wedding, we decided to break apart the marriage, each of us taking uneven halves of the whole, pieces that had never quite fit together and always left a space between two people who tried.

I settled into a new place and then took every vacation day and every bit of cash I could, and I drove – this time, from Connecticut to the western side of Montana, 5000 miles in 12 days. It was the middle of September – now, almost to the date. This time every year, I give myself over to nostalgia for that trip and for the person I was then. Brave. Unafraid to go as far as that, alone, to see something beautiful, to be changed.

And despite the disappointment of a marriage that ended, I still thought I could see ahead and predict the future, or shape it.

The joke was on me, of course. On her, on the person I was that night, eight months before I would learn that I was pregnant with my first child. Whatever I thought was brave or scary before hitched a ride to somewhere far away.

But she learned. You want scary? I told her. Having a baby is scary. Cobbling together a life with another person, with a new life between you, takes guts. Believing that it will all work out? Harder still.

At times, it’s hard for me to look at the photos from that trip. In them, I see how formed she thinks she is, how much she cushions the ache of her want, how tender she is with her hopes. How she still believes that there are answers to be found in a kiss, or on the curve of the moon.

I want to tell her what’s coming, and that she will get through it. That what is scary just might save her. That having children, though she didn’t plan it, will root her to her place in the world, no matter where or how far she goes. That she won’t want to go alone, always, and that she won’t lose herself completely, even when she is sure that she has. That one, I would tell her over and over and over. Or, I will. I do.

And most of all, even though I will never find words to explain how I know it, I would tell her that she’s right about one thing: That the moon – constant and round and white – is still, somehow, an answer.

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*Co-written with Greg Cox. You can reference the lyrics here.

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V-Grrrl @ Compost Studios September 12, 2010 at 12:07 pm

Sometimes I think life is less about learning and acquiring and more about giving up and letting go, accepting We Will Never Know and embracing the uncertainty and mystery as well as the only reality we have, which is NOW.

Emily September 12, 2010 at 12:52 pm

And what do you have to tell the woman who wrote this post?

the mama bird diaries September 13, 2010 at 9:47 am

Simply beautiful.

Michael Manning September 17, 2010 at 1:01 am

This is a very moving story about balance involving courage, determination and the faith to see that there are answers even when we cannot see them entirely. Well done!

scholarship September 24, 2010 at 9:26 pm

Very enjoyed this! Well done!

phd in yogurtry September 25, 2010 at 1:19 am

Once again, your writing is so moving. And that big round moon? I’m a believer, too.

JCK (Motherscribe) October 2, 2010 at 11:29 pm

Your writing is such a gift. Just stunning. This piece is a special treat, especially because I noticed that it was originally written on my birthday. Thank you for a wonderful birthday gift.

“With less fuss than it took to plan our wedding, we decided to break apart the marriage, each of us taking uneven halves of the whole, pieces that had never quite fit together and always left a space between two people who tried.”

One of your best sentences ever.

lisa milton October 6, 2010 at 9:32 am

Gorgeous. I’m with JCK: I reread that sentence 3 times before I could move on.

Briggs October 6, 2010 at 8:23 pm

Awesome share! Thank you very much

Veronica October 11, 2010 at 5:56 pm

Beautiful beatiful words.

jessica October 19, 2010 at 12:32 am

Oh how I remember this post. Just as beautiful the second time.

cityville January 5, 2011 at 4:26 am

i was starting to think that i may possibly be the only woman / man who cared about this, at least currently i realize im not gaga 🙂 i am going to make it a point to find out more about a number various articles when i get a tad of caffeine in me, cheers 🙂

Jody October 11, 2016 at 6:45 am

Articles like this really grease the shafts of knoewldge.

autokredit sofortkredit reise November 3, 2016 at 6:57 am

Ha ReneElke stap is er 1. En deze dus ook. Zoals je het beschrijft lijkt me niet zo leuk. Maar hoe bescheiden ook lijkt er vooruitgang en dat is natuurlijk wel leuk. Vooruit blijven kijken ook met origene. Net even gegoogled, het lijkt wel een sportschoolmartelwerktuig. Hou je haaks en hou ons op de hoogte.Annelies en Wim

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El sr. Riquelme no puede donar nada, ni imponer que debe hacer el gobierno, lo que es competencia del Gobierno, es recuperara esas tierras, y luego decidir que hacer, conforme a lo mas conveniente no solo al pais sino al pueblo

captain d coupons March 22, 2017 at 5:21 am

I’m impressed you should think of something like that

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