This is a “to be continued next time” story and new illustration…I don’t know where either will be going. I chose to make it more realistic because the desire expressed by Amelia’s heart is very real.

I sat on the ground beside her and said simply, “Tell me about your map of the world, Amelia.”

And so she did.

”I taste the air. I study the wind. I find out how fast it is blowing, the direction from which it is blowing. I use how strong the taste is to know the distance it has traveled. I remember each one. Sometimes they come to me mixed together, and then I know the path they have taken to get here to this backyard garden. I chart them all in my mind. You can not draw tastes. You can not make a book of tastes. And I can not carry your big geography book with all of its pretty maps.”

She stopped for a moment and looked away. She was checking to see if the new gust of wind blowing our way had any new information to add to her map of the world.

“I am making a map the only way I know how.”

She sounded neither proud of her accomplishment nor embarrassed that this was not how people do things.

”Amelia, I think that is what we are all doing in our own way, making a map the only way we know how. We are all trying to figure out how life works.”

She pointed with her beak to the northwest.

”That way is the river, the big river that we only see a tiny piece of on the other side of our street.”

”That is the Elizabeth River,” I said. Not to give her a name to add to her map. She didn’t need a name for it. I only wanted her to know I believed she could do exactly what she said she could do.

”Further beyond that is another river. It is close to our first home where we flew free for hours every day. That was before the flock started to be taken away one and two at a time. And we did not understand why.”

”That is the Nansemond River,” I said. “And I remember walking across that big yard surrounded by a flock of chickens flying past me. You always flew the highest, leading the way. It was a most amazing moment in time for me. It was like being surrounded by a sea of feathers. I felt as if I was moving forward with you.”

She pointed with her beak to the south.

“This warm wind today, it came from far away. I have tasted it before but not so strongly. Now I have more details to add to my map. It tastes of fish and things like fish, but smaller and without scales and bones.”

“That is the Gulf of Mexico, and those were shrimp and crawdads.”

”I think I might like to try catching some crawdads,” she said. “That is a funny name. Crawdads.”

“You would make a fine crawdad catcher, Amelia.”

It seemed as if our conversation might be over. We smiled at each other as we thought of what it would be like for a chicken to catch crawdads. If any chicken could do it, it would be Amelia. I did not tell her how their claws can pinch. 

But there was more on her mind.

”There is one thing that still puzzles me though,” she said. “I can taste the air from places far away that I can not see, but I can not taste the air from the moon that I can see. It is close. I can see it. But I can not add it to my map. I have never been able to find even the littlest of breezes that brings any tastes from the moon.”

”What do you think that means, Amelia?”

”I think it means I will need to go there since I can not add it to my map. It may be the only place where I can go and be lost. I can not be lost in a place on my map of the world. When I fly to the moon, then I will know if I can be lost and not afraid.”

“This is very important to you, isn’t it, Amelia? Knowing if you can be lost and not afraid?”

She nodded.

“Most people use maps to keep themselves from becoming lost, but it sounds like you are making a map of the world to make yourself become lost.” 

She nodded again, and I waited to see if she would tell me more.

“My map of the world was not for that purpose at first. It did not start out that way. It started as a map for finding.

“I was afraid when they began to break up our first flock. I was afraid they would separate me from Emily. I promised her, ‘If we are ever separated, I will find some way to get to you, no matter what. I will get to you.’ 

“That was when I discovered how to make a map of the world this way. It was so I could find Emily if we were separated. 

“She was always the littlest and did not fit in with the others of her kind, just like I did not fit in with the others like me. But we weren’t separated after all.”

“When they asked me to take you, Amelia, and give you a new home, I asked them for another to come with you, someone for companionship. Gracie and Bessie already had each other. Blanche and Pearl already had each other. You would be the only one without a best friend. They chose Emily because she seemed to spend the most time with you even though she never was able to fly as high as you.”

“I never knew all of that,” she said.

“Sometimes there are even bigger maps than the ones we make for ourselves, Amelia. When it comes to your own map, it sounds as if you need to lose yourself before you can find yourself. Maybe everyone does at some time.”

She had nothing else to say just then, and so she gazed off into the sunset as its colors began to tint everything in our garden. She looked so beautiful in the golden autumn light, my Amelia.

It seemed so perfect for her, this garden home of ours, and I wanted so much to tell her, “This is where you belong. This is the place where you’re safe and warm and can feel like you’re home.” But I knew if that was true beyond the hopes of my own heart, she would need to discover it for herself. 

She would also need to discover for herself if her promise to Emily still held true. “If we are ever separated, I will find some way to get to you, no matter what. I will get to you.”

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5 thoughts on “A Map To Become Lost

    1. Thanks, Phil. I have a feeling this is all likely what they call “backstory,” but it is enjoyable to do nevertheless. The question of “Why do we do what we do?” is one that has always intrigued me.

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  1. I love this face forward picture of Amelia. For me, it would be impossible to accomplish. Your rendering makes it look easy. Your style is warm and kind as are the written maps of the heart you are unfolding for us all.

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    1. Thanks, Ruth. I think it’s those straggly tomato vines that does it for me. And they are still holding on, but we will have a real frost soon. Thanks for reading! I always appreciate your thoughts.

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