There is a vibration that becomes a part of you as you ride along the highway. The quickly moving scenery seems to wash right through you. Looking out across many many miles and across valleys and mountains starts to give you a vision of what majesty is. Remember the words~ for purple mountains majesty... Well they are still here, those majestic peaks.
But it is not only the scenery that inspires me as we travel down the dusty trail. It is the names of the places we pass. As if traveling to another zone, places are called strange names like Skookumchuck, Duckabush, Dosewallups, Chilicum. Like a silly schoolgirl I can’t resist saying them over and over.
Why is it so hard to get away and take a drive? Am I glued the compound back home? Now that I am here, I can feel that this is just what I have needed. The feeling that comes over me is an expansion. I am growing with each deep breath.
I like to work on crafting slowly sometimes, to savor it. And I have been saving the finishing of this rug for a moment just like this. I love this finishing part. But there are times when I save something too long, get involved in another craft, and I am no longer interested in the old project. Does that happen to you? So it is a tricky balance to find. I really should play it safe and simply finish a project when I am excited to work on it and not leave it for a better time.
Heading back home from this trip I resolved to take more time to stare out at eternity. I think that if i devote even a little bit of time each day to daydream in this way, my life will gain a new perspective.
Find something common, and see the uncommon beauty in it today, Karen