This morning, I was reminded of something I wrote eight years ago. It always amazes me how the past resurfaces in the present -- sometimes in miraculous ways. I'd like to share it with you today.
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Just before sunset last night, my friend led the way through the woods behind her home, to an inlet off of Lake Taneycomo. The frogs had already begun their song and the cicada their roar. We hiked through overgrown brush and swarms of mosquitoes to an overlook, where we paused and gasped at the unfolding display—of mountains and lake. Life seemed all but perfect.
By the time we started back, dusk was upon us, and we temporarily lost our way. If it weren't for the porch lights shining in the distance, we might have been concerned. Instead, we laughed at our predicament and continued to talk about life's hurdles and joys.
In each our own way, my friend and I had struggled with life's disappointments in our relationships or jobs or with our health. But, as we talked, we realized that the questions that had haunted each of us, "Why me? or "What did I do to deserve this?" had faded like the day. Something had shifted.
And as we said our goodbyes, we acknowledged that our journey through life's thickets had brought us to this point in time. There was much to be grateful for, even that which had provoked so much pain.
To all my friends, new and old, it is wonderful to share life's journey with you. I'm reminded of Bonnie Ware's statement, "As you bend towards the light you will naturally attract other like-minded souls to support your journey."
Thank you for walking with me.