July 2, 2014
My instead: I enjoyed my
fast food at my favorite crossroad out in the country.
My busy work day found
me arriving at supper time. I had plans to meet some friends in the evening, so
cooking was not in my timeline. “Maybe I’ll do fast food just this once”.
Hmmmm. As rolled up to the intersection of Route 13 and 159, my “one fell swoop”
selection included McDonald’s, Hardee’s, Taco Bell, and Rally’s. Rally’s it is!
After getting my $5 deal
meal, my Honda and I hightailed it to the country. I was determined that this “not-so-happy"
meal would at least be consumed where my spirit would be nurtured. I traveled
down 159, turned right on Schmidt Lane and stopped at the “T” where Park Road
ends...my juncture junction. This corner of the world will never be featured in
National Geographic, but it is where my universe becomes clear…where I can
truly be in the moment. That isn’t always easy for me. Is it for anyone?
I have had a number of manifest
moments at this crossroads:
· One September I had walked there from my home
which is over 5 miles. As I reached my pinnacle, the wind in my ears stopped. And
the silence pounded. An autumn breeze began to whirl around me. The golden
cornstalks could not resist and applauded my arrival. I was “all that”.
· Another time I had walked there and just stood at
“my spot”. I inhaled the serenity. After several moments, I noticed this rather
large dog targeted towards me, not like an arrow released from a snapped bow…but
more nonchalantly as if arriving for dinner before it’s ready. Was I dinner? “The
Day the Earth Stood Still” was no match for my paralysis at that moment. My visitor
came closer and closer, and then glided right past me…as if I wasn’t even
there! But I was so there!
· Once after pleading with my son Kyle, he agreed
to meet me there. I had to unload my mistakes, my fears, my guilt and extend my
hopes, my dreams and, as always, my love. Our relationship had never been bad,
but it had always left me with an uncomfortable void that haunted me on a
regular basis. Our juncture ended with hugs and “I love yous”. My burden
unloaded for that moment…
But this time, I drove to
my corner of the world. I sat on the hood of my car eating my “dinner”
listening to Louis Armstrong’s “What a Wonderful World”. And it was…inside and
out. You don’t need a travel guide to make this journey…ever.
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