Stone Yard Devotional

by Charlotte Wood

I’m used to it now, the waiting. An incomplete, unhurried emergence of understanding, sitting with questions that are sometimes never answered.

We were young, and we would take turns driving and lounging in the back of our friend’s car, sometimes singing along to whatever music was playing, but as the trip went on just as often watching the passing skies dreamily for hour on hour. Things were uncomplicated and free, and I don’t think I have ever again felt as free as I did on that drive across the desert. Except here. Once or twice here I have felt it.