I drove away with emerging tears and questions from the heart. Oddly, I drove to Plymouth Rock only to find the Mayflower missing and in Connecticut until June being repaired or refurbished. I saw “The Rock” but got no sense of the Pilgrims’ long arduous nearly impossible journey, instead everything was pristine and “touristy”, I was disappointed. The town is beautiful, however, as are all of the New England towns hugging the coast…quintessential.
Just as quick as my challenging good byes, spring appeared as I crossed the Mason Dixon line. Like a switch was flipped, I left the farm houses and silos in Penn’s woods and found the lushness of the trees in West Virginia, I was in the South once again.. Life is fleeting says Mother Nature and ever changing says she again. I must listen, for there are the answers. We have to go with the seasons of our lives, we have to change constantly or our resistance will cause us much dread and heartache, this I know. So, I traveled for 3 days, many latitudes, nearly all of the Satellite stations and a spectrum of emotions…I was exhausted.
Finally, home. I found little piles of her throughout the house. I knew this reentry would be difficult, I knew her perfume would linger amongst discarded wardrobe in nearly every room (she is a bit messy), it did and I felt sad. Again, I would miss her.
In summary, of this nearly 4000 mile journey, I have learned that travel broadens us, it allows us to understand and somewhat feel how others live while, ironically, helps us to understand our lives better and perhaps appreciate our latitudes more. And on the topic of good byes, they are hard, especially if you are the one being left. You walk into a house that was once filled with family and now, for me, the last one leaves and only the memories, castoff personal items and empty childhood rooms that await the next visit remain.
I will not end this expedition on such a melancholy note, for I am happy about the journeys of their youth, journeys that I can witness and need to be taken, experiences that will become their lives. I watch as they write their stories.
I do enjoy this space on the sidelines after all of the years and emotion within the “game”. It is a passive place I choose, a place to watch from and hopefully enjoy as children emerge into the people we cannot just love, but can connect to in another phase.
So, I will try my best to follow the laws of Nature and bend and grow and change as I prepare to embrace and welcome the times ahead and leave the times behind me safe within my heart.
An early Happy Mother’s Day to all of you…motherhood is a unique and sometimes very difficult journey but we are all part of a special group with the most important job in the world to do. Remember to bend, change and adapt just as Nature reminds us to do with each new season. Nothing will remain the same. If we stand still, we will be overcome and if we resist, we will be broken. xo
a special gift from my friend, Tilly Strauss. check out her blog…@tillystudio.blogspot.com