I've been traveling for work most of this week, and when I sat down to write this morning, two songs kept running through my head: "I Wouldn't Take Nothin' for My Journey Now" and "Take Me Home, Country Roads." Opposite sides of the coin, I guess. I've always been what you might call an enthusiastic but reluctant traveler. The process of leaving home—packing suitcases and loading the car and making sure the iron is unplugged—has always made me melancholy. In those last few hours, you could tell me just about any trip was cancelled, and I'd be fine with it. Once I'm actually gone and there's no turning back, I love exploring new places. But I'm always ready to come home. Maybe our spiritual journey is like that. Maybe we started out right where we're supposed to be, but we have to journey, to roam for a while, before we can understand and appreciate our true home . . .
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
["Take Me Home, Country Roads" by John Denver. Image by Chance Agrella at Freerangestock.com]
Are those oak trees in Bluffton?
Posted by: hud | March 18, 2012 at 09:32 AM
I don't know! I'll have to investigate:)
Posted by: valerieluesse | March 19, 2012 at 05:52 AM