“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
― Jack Kerouac
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Goodbye.
With roots dating back to the 14th century, it’s a word that has evolved out of the term “Godbwye” — a contraction of the phrase “God be with ye.”
And it’s a word my family and I have been saying a lot lately as we set out down the road.
Nothing seems more fitting to me, because it truly has been a sacred place to so many who have experienced it with us.
It’s been an asylum from the noise and commotion continually vying for our attention. An oasis to those who could no longer fight against others, against situations, against themselves. A sanctuary for imaginations to be found or be reborn. It’s been a retreat for others to reassemble their broken pieces into a beautiful prism for the sun to pass through.
And so we say “goodbye” to this special place. God be with ye to the next souls who enter in.