"The path to our destination is not always a straight one.
We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe
it doesn't matter which road we embark on. Maybe
what matters is that we embark."
Barbara Hall
It is intriguing for me when I place my sister's journey parallel to my own. She is the straight arrow, making sound choices and advancing through her life as though she had been born with directions. On the other hand, my journey reflected travel through a labyrinth. There were many do overs, dead ends, and deep pits, but it is what I know and how I became well seasoned.
Before we are born, I wonder if we choose our way of navigating. Do we choose a train picking the stream liner non stop to the destination, like my sister or do we hop on the freight train making intermittent stops along the way. I think it was the comfort of the caboose that won me over.
My life has been quite diverse as I traveled both near and far. It seems like the only time I was consistently grounded was in my child raising years. Love for my four children came easily as they taught me many things. Now I am lulled in life traveling in the last car, the caboose. Life travels faster outside of the windows, but the landscape continues to inspire me. As the caboose gently sways, I feel safe and my circulating memories sustain me.
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