Finding solitude in a fast-paced, spinning crazy, ever changing world can be challenging to say the least. Solitude finds me wrestling with a past of abuse. Emotional. Physical. Sexual. Shame kept them buried. Fighter me, fighter for children, a loving Creator and creation, hands and hearts full of abundant love, patience, and grace by countless others kept my head up, strong for the most part, and moving forward.
Forgiveness though was harder to find; buried underneath layers of busy living and accumulated life trophies it lay, often times quiet, sometimes silent, but always there waiting for me to give it the go and unleash it’s power and healing. Big shovels of bravery also required though to dig up the pain kept snoozing there. Tools not available. Until now.
There are a billion reasons not to retreat and not to find solace. It’s not the “right time”, it “won’t work”, and “maybe later when?” reverberate in your head like a steadily beating drum.
One life. Live it. Words displayed on the back of a Jeep’s tire cover as I exit Glacier National Park. That same jeep’s license plate reads, “Live“. I don’t know the Jeep’s owner, but the words on her Jeep speak volumes. Maybe she had a wake up call with a serious illness that helped her decide to live this one life well, maybe she lost someone close to her, or maybe she just decided that fast paced living needed some intentionality and authenticity thrown in because we are gifted with these moments in today. We should live it with purpose, beauty, forgiveness, and some gusto.
So what will this one life we live tell about us? How will we live it? How will we share it? How will we give thanks to our Creator for it? What lessons will we pass on to others as lived out examples of a life well lived?
Will we forgive?
We all get to decide to some degree or another. One choice leading to others. A sequence of events and moments helping shape us and others. Individual journeys, but ones that often end up being our collective and common stories. You may need to wander off alone or perhaps not, but more than likely, you will have to step out of comfortable boxes, familiar surroundings, and decide to travel a different way than you have been going.
Help will find you there.
So for today, if needed: may you find a great road or trail to travel, walk, run, skip, dance, and cry on.
It’s always a great day to start and don’t believe it’s ever too late to begin.
Maybe you’ll even end up shouting and clapping on the as you call out character names from A Man Called Ove as if you know these people personally. “Sonia!” “Ove!” you call out so that maybe, just maybe, it sounds a bit more normal to others as you let bears know you are hiking around their hunting grounds and don’t want to be their next meal.
Either way…safe travels.
One Life. Live it.
Glacier National Park
Clear water in Lake McDonald.
Lake McDonald Lodge. Built in 1915.
Found under my tent which is better than in my tent.
Early tiny houses.
At 1/9th the cost of the average stay in a 4 hard walled room on Glacier NP, staying in Talula was well worth the work involved.
Talula’s twin showed up last night across from my site. Also occupied by female solo traveler and a midwesterner to boot. Said traveler was much younger. I had to quickly exit our conversation because I thought a deer was going to eat my food scraps from supper.
Don’t leave your cooler out unsupervised. Ranger will haul away and give a $50.00 citation. Happened at exact site occupied by Talula’s twin, but with different travelers. I never wanted bears to come visit so my cooler was always put in th car. RMNP suggested you even cover your cooler and food in the car.
Man from England on Sperry Trail today nailed my mid-western accent. I told him, as a speech-language pathologist, I was impressed. I usually try to guess where people are from too! He asked, “Are you from Wisconsin?” I tell him that was close.
Ford Motor Company restored about 35 of the original red vehicles that roam about Glacier and provide a fun way to see the park.
I looped Bear Spray on backpack waist strap due to know belt. Right side. Ready. It works.
Heading to Whitefish, Mt. next and then taking Amtrak to Portland, Or.
Books I’ve Read:
Small Great Things by Jodi Picoult
A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman
Go Set a Watchman By Harper Lee. Glad I hung in there and finished this one.
The Other Einstein: A Novel by Marie Benedict
What Is The Bible by Rob Bell
Books I’m Reading:
A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman (paperback)
The Bible (App)
Everyday Greatness: Inspiration for a Meaningful life. By Stephen R Covey. (Hardback)
My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You I’m sorry. By Fredrik Blackman (audio)
Peace and JOY!