Sunday, July 6, 2014

Day 183 ~ Slow Down with Fast Food


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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