Each day is a chance
to grab onto life’s raft
The ride that just keeps moving
Through all the darkest moments
And the greatest joys,
It just keeps plowing on
Moving through thickened winter ice
Breaking into small pieces
Steadily, slowly, keeping on.
Be with me
it sings into the ice filled air.
I am never full, there is always room for you
I am your journey that pulls you into each day
Or leaves you far behind upon the shore
And yet I come for you each day
Gently beckoning you to take the ride.
Join me sweet child.
Feeling all there is to feel,
Loving all the different kinds of weather
Beaming love into each port.
It is a light filled raft
An open boat unto the sun
My skin is singed and torched with your love
An ever present moment of feeling
That I am not alone
In this sea of nothingness
In this air of not knowing
In the midst of blowing snow
And icy cold
Sits a bright and glowing crystal.
Sending healing waves of light
blessing everyone in sight.
steaming in the sun.
Melting all the fear
and wiping every tear.
I can remember taking a bathroom break at the above gas station in Pennsylvania. My husband and I were driving home from NY after Thanksgiving. I got out of the car to stretch my legs and to examine the crates that were covered with icy snow and gleaming under a sunbeam. It was so beautiful. Even though it was just garbage. The mountains were dotted with trees, and soon to be engulfed in darkness. The sun was setting, and the day was almost done.
Before we left this area, I saw a woman walking a pig! She really was. It was on a leash. And she came to this gas station, perhaps for cigarettes or a grocery item. And she and her pig looked like it was just another day. No big deal. I didn’t feel it was right to take her picture, like she was some kind of spectacle.
I wasn’t ready to leave this area yet, and so we drove down the road. I love moments like these. Where you don’t know what lies ahead, but you just have a feeling that there’s something worth discovering. And so you just drive.
We found a picnic area and discovered we were in the Bald Eagle State Park in Howard, PA. We got out of the car and walked for half an hour, until there was no more light, walking up a path filled with icy snow, and pine needles. Breathing in the fresh air. And marveling at this lonely, beautiful place. How glad we were to find it! Everything was encased in ice, the leaves, the path we were on, the pine needles. It was so very cold, we could see our smokey breath.
Just another day on the road. An adventure. A new discovery. Some colorful locals, and vivid memories. Each day can be a new discovery.
That’s why I like driving instead of flying. You can explore whatever is along the way. And it’s never what you would expect.
Winter came with a vengeance.
Threatening the homeless
with subzero drops.
Killing fuel lines,
parking cars on snow drifted streets.
Colder and colder
and more bitter it became.
Slowing the progress,
hushing the busy.
And then in all this arctic freeze
I saw a soul through yellow eyes
A heart, beating in this cold
Sheltered by the pier
Gliding on the wind
and nestling in the drifts.