Growing up, the years we lived in Wyoming (1971-1976), my folks loved taking a Sunday afternoon drive. After lunch, the whole family would pile into the station wagon and we’d set out, with no destination in mind (at least not to my 10-year old mind!). We meandered over mountains and dirt roads (literally), and if there was a stop for ice cream, or dinner, we kids felt truly rewarded. As an adult, I’ve never been much for the Sunday drive. honestly, I’m not much for any kind of driving, and driving without a specific destination is completely foreign (although I have been known – especially these last few months – to take “the long way home” to enjoy more time with an audiobook, or simply the joy of being out of the house).
I do, however, love to meander (gosh, even the word itself evokes serendipity) … on foot, and lately, in my mind. One of my favorite meandering times is the set course I run to the lake (and back). The steady(ish) pace of my feet on the asphalt matching my breaths allows my mind the space it needs to wander aimlessly. Some Sundays that space has made room for prayer, but today, it felt simply free.
When I started the early Sunday morning weeks back, I arrived at the lake almost too late to see the sunrise. Today, I was twenty minutes too early. The sky was just starting to brighten (and the landscape light at the base of that tree to the right lit the whole frame). Wow, the days are really starting later!
That lake view is almost to the halfway point (when I started these runs, it was the halfway point, but now the 15 minutes I run “out” takes me almost another 1/4 mile!)
We live in a hilly neighborhood and it seems like the entire run out is downhill. so yeah, the entire run back seems uphill. I was just catching my breath after the steepest uphill when I spied this. Where could it have come from? how did it get there?
This sign always makes me smile – it’s at the top of the last really steep uphill (and you can see the downhill coming … like I said it only “seems” that the entire run back is uphill), about 3/4 of a mile from home, and I wonder … what about this Way IS Wrong? A few weeks back there were some pink clouds visible in the distance behind the sign … surely that’s the Right Way?
My meandering mind also thought about a few of those Sunday drives from the early 1970’s, my mom (who turns 82 today!!) and the birthdays we’ve shared, the changing seasons (mostly wishing for cooler temperatures and for the sun to not rise quite so late – clearly not both possible), the day ahead, the week ahead, what I’m going to read next, knit next. And sometimes, nothing at all except where that next step is coming, and that next breath.
I’m now running three mornings a week and I hope I can keep it up. It’s just 3-1/2 miles at a time, so it seems like I can. my body feels good. and so does my mind.
Where do you like to meander?