Chapter Three

I had a whole idea. I wanted to write about running off to sea. Of being exiled. Of immigration thousands of years ago and immigration now. Of choosing to leave because it is the smart thing to do. Of leaving because your children are hungry and you need to feed them. Because people hate you who have never met you and it will never change. Because the religion that dominates your country says you are responsible for the death of its savior. Because you were kidnapped and shackled and torn away from your home in chains. Or because you simply had the idea that there was something better, that this was not the life you had to lead. That you could curse your destiny, upend it and walk away. These seekers’ songs started out as stories each person in our world could sing. A window into the archetypal experiences of leaving home, of running, of searching for a new place, a new home, a safe place, through the eyes of very different people. 
I wanted to put us all in each other’s shoes, to feel what other people feel. To expand our understanding. To levitate.

I want them to feel less alone. And to feel inspired to leap. To leave the charted path.

“Across the sky, across the sea, every step in front of me, leads me into the unknown”

So many peoples’ histories along the path of our project have lead to this song. But first it was my own experience, being abused at home and deciding that I wasn’t going to live that way. So at fourteen I hit the road and hitchhiked across the country. I felt the very same feeling of uncontainable hope when I put my first foot on the highway and my thumb in the wind.