Wonder Where He Might Emerge From Link — Ash Went Into The Jungle I

So wherever you are, if you are waiting for your own Ash—the wayward child, the lost friend, the former self—stand at the treeline. Keep the porch light on. Keep wondering.

After a grueling climb, he might crest a ridge where the trees thin out, revealing a panoramic view of the entire island stretching toward the horizon. ash went into the jungle i wonder where he might emerge from

To satisfy the literalists (and to honor the poetry), here is a non-exhaustive, mood-board list of where Ash might emerge from: So wherever you are, if you are waiting

The jungle is not a problem to be solved. The journey is not a transaction (enter here, exit there). Ash went into the jungle because jungles exist to be entered. And the wondering—the beautiful, anxious, hopeful wondering—is the only appropriate response. So wherever you are