I’m beginning to understand my affinity for winged creatures, having been blessed to live in many beautiful places: Washington, Idaho, Illinois, Texas – Chicago, Seattle, the small farm town where I grew up, Amarillo, and circled back to Seattle. In my mobility I am discerning the true meaning of “Home”: a whole lot more about beauty and relationship than brick and mortar.
The road of life is a wild thing. It’s taken me everywhere but where I expected. I wouldn’t have chosen it but I kinda like how it turns out…still in the middle I’m learning to let go and trust the process. I’ve seen too many Miracles not to. In truth, I still question a lot but at least I’m less obnoxious about it than I use to be : )
It’s about being grateful for all the contrasts: the flat lands against high peaks, golden inlands and ocean views, the scent of cattle vs. moss and pine, great love with profound loss, settling down then moving on. Extremes accentuate Beauty.
Where next? I cast my line and aim to remain willing, reserve my energy for what’s to come, allow the Adventure… because it surely will be that. I’ve shed some fear along the way, grown lighter, less encumbered by all the things I’ve discovered won’t kill me. I bear witness, just do the one next thing, enjoy the day. This day… this is the Journey…today. Tomorrow’s another story best left in God’s care. After all, if you’re always trying to see around the corner, just look at what you’ll miss?!?! Amen.
Keep writing! I love your raw honesty, I know I am not the only one it speaks to.
Thanks Melissa! I needed that today. Vulnerability can be scary, but the Truth, indeed, does set us free.