There’s a section of my drive home where the view is spectacular. The road sits high, and begins winding it’s way through the Texas Hill-country. It’s not a very long stretch of hill-country, but it’s my favorite part of the drive. The view is distracting which makes keeping my eyes on the road a challenge.
The other day I was driving home, and got to that part of the journey. It’a a five lane highway, but the traffic in the right lane was going unusually slow. The speed limit is 55, and if you drive below 50, it’s hazardous. I pulled into the left lane, and held a steady speed between 55 and 60 mph.
Cops sit on the sidelines waiting for speeders.
Cruising in the left lane, I noticed a car speeding up on my right. It feels odd to be passed in the left lane, by someone driving in the right. The right lane was designed for slower traffic, but that was not the case that day. They were in a hurry to reach their destination, and completely missed the view.
I’m headed in the right direction of this journey, and there’s no rush. After my 55th birthday, I slowed down somewhat, and it’s quite refreshing actually after spending 30 years in the fast lane. When you slow the pace, there’s more intention in everything you do. I enjoy keeping a steady pace.
In four more days, my darling daughter will be 18.
I’ve always thought of her as older, and wise beyond her years. It was 5 years ago that we ventured out on our own. What a brave little girl, to leave everything she knew, for the unknown. I hope she always leaves her comfort zone.
My daughter and I have shared our lives. She’s watched her Mama grow up, just as I have watched her. She has big wings, but they are still developing. I believe this year has been the year of finding myself, so I am ready when she flies. I don’t worry about her, so she shouldn’t worry about me. When she sees me stepping off the path she says,
Is this what you gave up a 25 year marriage for?
We take care of one another, and this song makes us cry. My darling daughter, you are my life, but you have also given me yours. May we fly in sequence, but always find our way home.
Maybe you travel a lot, or work long days, and you pull into the driveway. Walking up to the door, and seeing it standing there waiting. Hearing the key slide into the lock, and then the click. The door swings open, but there’s that initial step into the home.
That is such a good feeling. There’s no place like home, the saying goes. To capture that moment and carry it with you throughout the day would be lovely, right?
To feel peace and exhilaration all at once.
There is a book by Melody Beattie entitled, “Finding Your Way Home.” It contains stories of people’s ideas of what home is, and how they yearn to return there. Taking a detour off the path of life can feel like a maze of sorts. I can lose my way so easily, if I don’t depend on God to guide me. Even then, I take detours, but He waits while I wander.
Here is a meditation Melodie suggests in her book.
Get in a comfortable position, and let you eyes close.
Picture yourself standing at the entrance to a bridge, a walkway across a chasm. You can make the bridge as high, as low, as wide, or as narrow as you want. But to get to the other side, you need to step onto the bridge and walk across. The side you’re standing on is a little dark. It’s familiar, but it’s not where you want to be anymore. Even if you have some fear, envision yourself feeling excited and curious to get to the other side. You may not be able to see what’s on the other side clearly yet, but it looks greener, lighter, happier over there. Feel your desire and determination to cross the bridge.
Picture yourself walking, safely taking each step, or running (if you want to run) across the bridge. Stay with yourself each step of the way. Hold the railing if you like, or run freely down the middle of the bridge. But take each step until you get to the other side. When you get to the other side, keep walking until you are completely off the bridge, and your feet are planted on solid ground. Give yourself a moment to look back at where you’ve come from. Smile and wave at anyone, or anything you’ve left behind. Bless them. Release them. Don’t worry about who you’ve left behind; when they’re ready to cross, their bridge will appear. Turn around, smile, and take a moment to enjoy the beauty you see and feel on this new side.
Know you’re safe. You have successfully crossed the bridge. Your feet are planted on solid ground. Feel yourself surrounded by people who love you. You may not be able to see their faces or recognize who they are yet, but you can feel their love. Feel yourself surrounded by trees, mountains, sunshine and birds. You may not know exactly what you’re going to find on this new side, but you feel secure. Know and trust that it will be good.