Road trips are the best way to consider life–moving forward, watching the scenery, making side trips, and getting along in close quarters. The trip I just enjoyed was through the southwest United States and included a grandmother, mother, and a 6 year old.  Vast variety of views–internally and scenic.

Driving in a car for six days across rolling hills, expansive caverns and snowy mountain top fields added to sharing food, lodging and ideas of timing and privacy.  Family patterns opened up to strong feelings.  Tedium rustled up prickly bushes that scraped sensitive skins.  Delightful days spread out with Easter candy treats, hopping through hotel corridors and swimming in salt water pools.

Small road side chapels, tales of survival in pioneer poverty, magnificent power of the land moving for millions of years, tossing humans like little gnats that live for a day.

As in life, I am walking slowly on the path these days, reviewing my feelings, telling my tales, staring at the photos for clues.  Mystery of time that I am here and now once again.

Surrendering to the path.  Holding hands with the Divine One who whispers: “Just be with me, and I will be with you no matter where you walk.”