Country road, take me home . . . To the place I belong . . .
Walking along a country road early this morning to the accompaniment of birdsong and the fragrance of honeysuckle and wild roses, I wished to be completely in the moment. But alas, thoughts, pesky as bees, swarmed randomly around in my head —- not unpleasant thoughts, just unwanted ones in that moment. You (I, in this case) can ruthlessly shove them away, but new ones arrive to take their place, that ongoing eternal conversation amongst me, myself, and I. It ranged the gamut from world affairs to what to have for dinner tonight to how much gas I had in the car to what was that funny glitch in my back all about. And some of it was downright interesting, especially the gossipy parts.
Only not what I wanted just then. Fortunately those seductive honeysuckles and wild roses demanded here and now attention.
On this day, may your own country roads also draw you back to “the place you belong.”
