I am standing in a grove of red cedar trees. It is 7AM. The sunshine streaks through the trees and turns the frost-tipped blades of grass to sparkling diamond dew.
Wolfe Woods bids me welcome. A kingfisher calls out. In that moment, I recall every kingfisher I have ever heard in every part of my wanderings in this country. From the canal locks along the Lehigh River to the meandering Rio Grande and up along the redwood forested lakes.
Contemplation in such a serene setting is inevitable for me. I think back on the past two months events that led me here, to upstate New York on this early spring morning.
Not long ago, Granddaughter Arianna and I took off on a spring break trip to the Outer Banks in North Carolina to pick up Big Charlotte, my RV. It could have been a hellish, grueling 1000 mile round trip which we did all in two days.
She made it positively delightful! At one point, as sole driver, with my energy running near empty, I remarked how tired I was. Arianna, the ever-enthusiastic co-pilot said, Come on, MumMum, you can do it! Let’s bang this bitch out! What a great way to say we have a job to do, let’s get it done, and keep on smiling.
Back in Pennsylvania, time passed quickly while I helped my family sort through a houseful of accumulation in preparation for the sale of their house. What goes, what gets carted along to the next place, placing ads, taking calls. Bundling, bundling and more bundling. The local church thrift shop benefitted immensely from the offings.
Now, here I am at a work camping job in Black Bear Campground surrounded by wilderness, wineries and small country towns. Hard to believe that 50 miles away is Times Square, New York City.
I get to greet visitors and welcome them to this part of the world, give out campground maps and NYC tour info, directions to nearby shops and bistros.
One guest came in for advice on a good hair salon in the nearby town of Florida, NY. She was going to see the Letterman Show live and wanted to look her best.
Another gal stopped by to pay her bill. I commented on her pretty gold dragonfly earrings. With an incredibly bittersweet smile, she told me about her son T who had died and how she had searched and searched for something to remind her of him. The earrings are her remembrance.
The things we learn just by giving a compliment…..or taking a trip…….or wandering around the country. People live their lives best with, hopefully, a bit of grace, some humor and a whole lot of remembrance.
Ever Grateful ~