Elsewhere (lyrics)
Elsewhere has always been out there
But never somewhere I call home
But I’ve been tryin’
Been runnin’ and flyin’
To get where I can find a way to go
This Spring I studied abroad in Tanzania, Africa. As a part of the program I stayed eight nights in a remote village called Itete with a host family. Though we struggled with language and cultural barriers lasting bonds were formed. By the last day leaving Itete felt like leaving New York. In a way my Elsewhere became anything but that- it became home. This song was written two weeks before my stay and it could not have recorded in a more apt place.
Elsewhere (lyrics) Elsewhere has always been out there But never somewhere I call home But I’ve been tryin’ Been runnin’ and flyin’ To get where I can find a way to go
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Footage from the first week. Poem:
It started small An initial trickle of soul-nourish stuff you’d know it if you felt it I’m certain everybody does at least once I felt it first from inside a flying machine stood witness to the proud Swiss Alps and was dumbed by the impressionist’s pallet which colored my mind for the second time that day And all at once I was Other, in a new country feeling the peculiar purity of being just another nameless stranger seeking something equally unnamable It surfaced slowly the feeling that this foreign place might hold everything I’d always looked for in an Elsewhere be the missing essence of my cyclic ebb and flow- pave streets and shoe-d feet |
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AuthorLaura Johnson is a junior writing major at Houghton College. Laura writes for The Houghton Star, Mousailink, and One Mission Society. This virtual space is a journal of things that matter to her; tales, musings, wanderings. |