The sun shines upon our windshield as we drive down the Blue Ridge, blaring 106.9 as we drive ’round bikers and sight seers toward the top of Grandfather Mountain.
Finally, we get there and we pull over and park. We pull the picnic stuff out of the back, the basket and the food and the sparkling water and the blankets. We take the short hike up through the trees, waving to other hikers, families and couples and elderly people with dogs.
We reach the top. We go out to the edge and look out. People are taking selfies. We stretch out our blanket and set up shop. We talk about the day, of work and worries, of small celebrations. We eat every last morsel and drink every drop, then we pack up and go home.
The view is just as lovely going down. It’s not about the journey or even the destination, but the time together. You gotta redeem the time while you can, cuz it’s fleeting. That’s for sure.
In the meantime, we’re happy just being us.
Today I tried the Hwy 55 Burger: 55 oz. burger with fries and a drink. I didn’t eat all of it, but it was delicious and I had a lovely conversation with the staff. I love how even attempting to do the incredible enlivens people. It’s so easy to just go through the motions. It’s another thing entirely to really experience life for all it is worth.
I am incredibly ecstatic to announce that the first shipment of “Into the Word” CDs are now in! This has been a two year process, off-and-on.
Definitely took me on one of the most exciting adventures I’ve been on, spanning two states, involving lots of new friends, and learning tons from seasoned professionals.
Check out IntotheWordMusical.com for more information.
Bless you all!
I am a cloud
I rain on your tin roof,
inviting you to stay inside for the day.
Sip your tea, your hot cocoa,
your spiced cider
Watch a movie, catch up on Netflix
Get some shut-eye for once
I got you covered
Let the rain come down.
I want to be a banana
to be on a tropical island somewhere
with “heyhey we’re the monkeeeeeys”
Cold is no good.
Except if I’m boarding
down the slope
and the blood is flood and the wind is going
through my short hair.
So, no, if I’m standing still
or anything like that,
give me heat, give me warmth
Chiquita me, please
I’m ready for a summer vacation.
Shadow falling on snowflakes
A rainbow of bubbles
A heard of elephant-cats
A child’s birthday party
It’s good to be young again