April 9, 2017 (day 40)
It is a day of mixed emotions. Remembering that it has been three years since the world lost an amazing guy. Palm Sunday and the beginning of Holy Week and Passover tomorrow evening. The ritual of the Masters and a new winner donning the green jacket from Augusta. the first day it actually has felt like Spring may be coming to New England. Still missing my little brown dog. And energetic Will willingly keeping the trains going.
It has been a full day and even church this morning is a distant memory. I went and was present and left and sprung into motion. I circle back to the reflection about the space between the beginning and the end that we focus on this week, and in the end we are at the beginning.
I took this photo in July of 2014. I had driven past this spot literally dozens, maybe hundreds of times. And this particular day as I contemplated a last minute trip to join my husband on a business trip to CA he had already left for, the road was completely blocked. I literally had to make a u-turn at this sign and go back to where I had come from. It was and is a significant postcard in my life. Three months prior I had gone to celebrate and honor the life of our friend and we ended the celebration and service with Bruce. And I still am never the same when I hear this song. And what also lingered was a beautiful list of accomplishments this dear guy had left on his computer that his lovely and courageous wife shared with us. Most of which was about travel to new places and time with his people. No stuff or titles or bullshit. Footprint on my heart sitting on an island I never would have visited had he not invited me.
The spontaneous airfare to CA was expensive. I had the dog to get covered. Work shifts to fill. But there was the strong pull to do what felt like “throwing caution to the wind”. And to go somewhere my son and I had never been. We had talked about it, and decided to give it a skip. My husband called that morning and when I asked how it was he said, “it’s beautiful. You guys should be here.” First I was mad. Well, why aren’t we?! And then…hmmmm, why aren’t we? And onto the computer I went. Expensive tickets and pending phone calls to see if the stars might align. By late that evening, some different more affordable options and every box checked. And less t
an 24 hours later off we went.
Another reflection this morning, “God never promises that hard things won’t happen.” We walk through and bear witness to….we lift one another up figuratively and literally at times. And those footprints remain.
I love remembering this moment. This process. This series of events that came together to move me out of my comfort zone. That it is good to pay attention and sometimes there is a roadblock. And also an opportunity.
“Show a little faith there’s magic in the night…”