I am snuggling up at home these days, cats taking turns with my artist hubby for attention. I was gone from home for 3 weeks, a record for me. In my sleeping hours, I am still on a journey, trying to figure out where my bed is. I slept in so many, I think my body forgot which one was really mine!
I have a thousand stories floating around in my head, like wanting to share with you all the amazing people I met, unfinished poems about the beauty of America writing themselves on my heart, realizations I made about myself and my life along the way, and the freedom of living life a day at a time with few responsibilities. Some stories won’t get written because life tends to move faster than I can type, other stories will wait to be told for a day when they are more ripe.
For today, though, I want to share some of the pictures and a line or two to help you get a sense of them. My camera was my buddy for much of the trip. Sometimes I didn’t know why I was drawn to what I was, for whatever reason, it interested me. Some pictures were taken from my car en route, most through the windshield. They are a quick way to share my journey….enJOY!
Some of my favorite images on the trip were of the farmland and barns. They reminded me of my youth, my family roots, my mother’s love of working close to the Earth, and of the origins of the food that finds it way to my plate. Driving through so much of America’s heartland felt like living a moving prayer of gratitude.
The soft grass and skeletal structure of plant life displayed the artistic hand that nature paints with. My eyes were overcome with 3000 miles of beauty.
I was fascinated with bridges during the trip. This one crosses the Mississippi into Memphis.
This bridge is from Historic Route 66 in Oklahoma.
Lincoln Memorial Bridge on Illinois River….rainy day.
I was on the road when the attacks on Boston took place. I was staying with a sweet couple I met through AirBnB and feeling the stress of being far from home and family. The next day, my journey took a wrong turn which ended up with me pulling into the entrance of the Abraham Lincoln National Cemetery. I took it as an opportunity to show my gratitude for freedom and for those who have been part of weaving it together.
There are so many more pictures to show and stories to tell of my adventures on the road. But for now, I am working on getting back into the swing of home life again. That’s one thing I learned along the way, for sure. Life keeps moving and so do you! Make the best of where you are in the moment, know where you are headed and take with you the experience and grace of where you have been and remember…All is Well.