I’ve written before about living in what I call; the land of in between. A place we probably all dwell in once in a while. We may find ourselves in between jobs, in between loved ones who are quarreling, or in between ideas, decisions or events. We’re forced to pause and maybe wander a while until we move forward out of in betweenness.
I knew June 6th was going to plop me directly on square one in that land of in between. My work as a speech language pathologist would be finished for the year, my youngest daughter Kylee would have graduated from high school, graduation Sunday at church would be done, and every other celebratory event around graduation would be completed. Our nest would be emptying.
Lots of feelings come on in when you think about what part of your life ending and a new one beginning. There is excitement, joy, sadness, pride, and love to name a few. I wanted to work through all of those feelings and equal amounts of changes by taking a traveling sabbatical. I plan on traveling out west, reading a lot, writing even more, hiking mountain trails, and camping on my own.
Originally, I was going to work all summer at the YMCA camp in Estes Park, Colorado. However, when I had to shorten my trip; that work opportunity was not possible. I was already learning to trust in the direction God was leading and let go of the rest. Not a little bit easy for me.
On days one through seven; I’ll be with the Mister. He and I have traveled often in the last 30 years. I’ll miss him. He’s one of the best men on the planet. Hands down. However, this time, on days 7 and 1/2 through ? are on my own. I’ll be heading north west from Denver on day 7 1/2 and then see what’s what.
I hope you’ll leave comments, questions, lovely thoughts, and fill me in on life at “home” and how life is with you. I want this to be a conversation.
I really do.
I believe our words with each other create beautiful stories of this one collective life we have together.
Some photos from today:
#1. A thrilling photo going 70 mph across the Mississippi River. Glamorous, I know.
# 2. A shot of the Welcome to Iowa sign. You’ll notice I missed it altogether.
# 5. That which is novel: tall metal iron patina corn cobs with husks. Might have something to do with being in Iowa. Guy in white t-shirt kindly moved out of the way saving the photo from being bombed.
Miles traveled: 715
Hours traveled: 10
Books we are listening to or reading:
James Patterson-Fifteen (audio version) Cheri gives it a 2 so far. Steve gives it a 6 so far.
Jodi Piccult- Small Great Things (audio version). Cheri’s score-9. Steve’s score-8. We use a 1-10 scale with 1 meaning awful and 10 meaning fantastic.
States traveled: Michigan, Illinois, Iowa, and everyone’s favorite…Nebraska.
Odd coincidences: We stopped at the exact same Mobil station we stopped at 2 years ago and didn’t plan it that way.