The road between the cabin and the house is a beautiful one. As far as your eye can see there are towering trees, farmhouses and barns, lakes and a river, and fences that stretch into the horizon. The clouds hang low and it often feels like you're driving right into them. The road winds and bends over hills and through little towns and over two bridges.
Those thirty miles feel very familiar, almost like back home. Except there is an oldness here, an old history that is felt deep, in the roots of the trees, in the boards of every barn, in the souls of the families who own this land. You can feel it everywhere.
The instructor of the Living Creatively class I took last December told us, to every once in awhile during our day, stop and really look at that moment in our life. Not the snapshot/photo album moments, but the unexpected ones.....the bird on a branch, your lover's hand, the stranger in front of you, your dinner table. Moments you want to store away and recall later, perhaps when you are feeling especially grateful for a beautiful life or need a reminder that you do indeed have a beautiful life.
I drive this road several times a day now. . . these are moments of yesterday.
Happy Day to all of you.