99 WORDS...AND A LITTLE BIT MORE
I kept going back the words I might be heard to say, “It is where I am from that takes me on a journey to where I go.” And, truth be known, even that can take me beyond the walls of comfort; but not on this day.
Growing up, it was a given that our parents were okay with the options our future might present to us. Post-secondary education, marriage, children, travel, etc., all fell under the heading of our choice, with their support. I don’t mean support in terms of finance, I mean support in, “If that’s what you think you need to do, we’ll have your back as best as we can.”
Believe it or not, that help often as not came from being able to visit home, and participate in things we took for granted in our growing up years. For me, saddling a horse to ride for hours through the bush, sitting in the hayloft just listening to the sounds, enjoying the smells or wandering my parent’s property on foot, visiting favourite spots, some grown over and lost in childhood memories. My time on these excursions gave me a huge gift - sending me back into my adult life with a feeling of calm, rejuvenation, and ready to tackle the next chapter of where I would journey.
Now my connection comes from hours of gravel travel, wandering trails, and surrounding myself with friends who are like family to me. They, like me, understand and maybe live that life I speak of. Embracing this journey of where I am from that keeps me grounded on this amazing adventure to wherever it is I might be going.