“If we were back in the day and I was traveling across the states in a covered wagon, I would want to go with you.” Said the 74-year-old man who was driving me back from getting art supplies. “Why is that?” I inquired.
“Because I know we would make it.” You aren’t putting up with any thing and you get things done.” He replied.
That was over four years ago but his comment made me see myself differently. I don’t know if he was right or wrong, or just out of his mind…but that day, that moment, I needed to hear that. It gave me courage, strength, and maybe, just maybe, a peek into a past life.
I may not be in a covered wagon these days but I am still doing the same circuit. I got this little travel trailer and I am loving it. I’d like to think I was THAT woman…that woman who said “F- it” (If f- was a word then?). Placing herself and whoever she cared most about in that damn covered wagon. Gathering all her guts and gear to expand her horizons. To better understand the earth. She would move because she was listening to the pulse of her soul. Knowing it made a beating sound just ever soo differently from the regular heart.
“F- that noise”, I would say to myself as I packed that wagon, throwing animal skins and husbands in.
“F’ this noise”, I said today as I packed that trailer, throwing waterproof rain jackets and one person in.
I’m not so different. It’s been decades, maybe even centuries, but I still know the way. I’d like to believe WE ALL still know the way for ourselves.
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