When you have had enough, when the cards seem stacked against you, when you find yourself 2 degrees to the left of your intended destination, and you just need some soul food, where do you run for solace?
Sometimes, when husband is on back to back business trips, when we’ve had some rough waters, and when I just need to come up for air, I find myself running to the landscape of my childhood.
For, me refueling must involve rickety bridges over red dirt and moss banked creeks,
Nature having her way,
and pockets full of pecans (at least this time of year).
We’ve flown the coop, and gone on a short trip with my mom (aka Nana) to the place of my birth, and hers, and her mother’s, and her mother before that.
And as my guys run, and gather and swing and squeal, and dig and laugh, I wonder… will this be for them, what it is for me… the place where their shoulders relax, their breath slows, and they can just be?