Nothing in the world compares to being on the road as the sun creeps up the horizon. I put my back to the East and started driving. The jet black of night surrounded me. Illuminated by the errie blue of the dash lights on my little car. As the black gradually lighted to inconsequential shades of grey, my imagination conjured Dr. Seuss creatures moving in the empty fields.
“Turn your face to the sun…and the shadows will fall behind you.”
Traveling with little, to no, destination in mind is a wonderful way to discover new unexplored areas. Lessons I have learned while traveling are invaluable. Until you walk, dine, interact, immerse yourself in a region you cannot fully understand the travel presence in a community.
Iowa is home to miles and miles of year round outdoor activity opportunities. Even the urbanized areas put a high value on their green spaces. You would be hard pressed to find a city, town, or community that does not boast at least one city park. The open areas are shaded by towering shade trees, and the hiking trails lead you on remarkable winding adventures. It is a nice respite to hike instead of drive for awhile, even if I no destination in mind.
As I wandered aimlessly down a twisting path, through the overgrown brush, the words above crossed my mind. If your face is to the sun, all your shadows are literally behind you. It is not just a fanciful way of expressing one’s belief that things will get better, it is a fact. Let the sun sine down on you occasionally. Put the worries that darken your life behind you.
Travel well my friends!
How lucky we are to live and work with community support! Reach out to mentors for encouragement. Engage with people who motivate you. Above all…travel well my friends!
Our lives are beautifully diverse. We bustle from here to there. We experience life from different vantage points. Let your wings unfurl so you can soar to new heights. Reach for a goal and grasp it tightly. You have the power in yourself to achieve anything you dream!
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Music soothes my soul. It doesn’t matter the type of music. Whether it is the hard rock of Seether or the angry sounds of Korn. On some days it is the relaxing calm of Enya, Pachelbel, or Vivaldi. The carefree rock of the 50’s helps me to sing and drive. I love to go back in time with Journey, Stix, or Queen. Sometimes I want to relive a favorite movie so a soundtrack will do. Dancing always needs a fast beat. I can find energy in Christian Rock, Jazz and Pop Rock. I will get a song in my head and sing it all day. I attend concerts as often as I can. When I am in church I gleefully “make a joyful noise unto my Lord”.
The advent of easily owning thousands of tracks from my playlists is a dream come true. I remember Saturdays spent at Twisters Music store combing through hundreds of albums searching for the perfect cassette to buy with my limited allowance money. Records, 8-tracks, cassettes, CD’s, all littering my life. Record players of my childhood playing exquisite sounds. 8-track player in my friend’s car. Cassette player in my “newer than his” car (A.K.A bragging rights). CD’s stacked high in my first apartment. My adult self spending Saturdays, again combing through thousands of used record albums no one wanted cluttering their houses. Now MP3 players, iPods, phones, computers, all containing thousands of titles. Music at my fingertips.
Music soothes my soul with every note, cadence, refrain, verse. Thank you to all the musicians who grace our world with their talent.
“The ashes on my forehead do not represent my wrongness. They represent His rightness.”-KR
In all my years wandering on this planet, I have never understood a person’s ability to say they are not spiritual. The encounters with stubborn atheists and fanatical ‘bible thumpers’ all revolve around one central issue, our souls. The mysterious part of us that makes us…us. It drives who we are, who we choose to be, and who we will become. Our soul is a very broad term, which truly encapsulates, how a person views themselves. Yet, how can a living, breathing, person not be spiritual. We all have a soul and that soul is what makes us a spiritual being.
On this reverent day in the church year, we remember we were dust and to dust we shall return. I will attend church with my boys this evening to have those words spoken over each of us. It helps me to remember we are a fleeting glimpse out the window of the universe’s travels. My spiritual/soulful self will embrace that reminder, again.
May you find peace in your soul, love in your heart and a joyful spirit that embraces your own spirituality.
Travel well my friends.