Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.
Somewhere in the middle of Somewhere, Texas, watching the redbirds, squirrels and lizards. Off in the distance, you can hear the Peacocks feeding and strutting their stuff. This is Paradise. I don’t want to be anywhere else.
The occasional passerby walking their dog on the gravel dirt road that surrounds our home. It’s a little hot today, we had to close the windows and door and turn on the A/C. The furbabies are napping. Mama, next to me, Olive on the couch and Peanut making sure my feet and toes are clean.
It was time for a change. I don’t belong in the city. I don’t belong in an apartment. It felt like concrete jail. I felt like life wasn’t going to get better than that. Staying on high alert 24/7 for the safety of my babies and me, can’t trust anyone. Everyone seemed to have a personal agenda. I was intent on living out the rest of my life, being mom to my kids and furbabies. My circle of friends becoming smaller and smaller; lashing out on social media, my job that didn’t quite turn out like I had hoped.
I knew something needed to give, I really thought it was going to be me. In one of my wine therapy moments- my best friend of 20 years reached out to me. Damn near demanded to know what the hell was going on with me.
We talked and decided I should come down and visit for a bit. So, I bought a train ticket.
He picked me up from the train station about an hour and a half away from his place. Not seeing each other for about 10 years or more, he was there at the gate with a beautiful Lilly flower. We hugged; it felt like coming back home.
For the next 5 days, we toured the beautiful region of Hill Country. Everything so lush and green, you could see nothing for miles except mountains, trees and sky.
We kindled a spark neither one of us knew we had.
Talked about the messes I managed to get myself into over the last decade, I could see the love and concern in his compassionate caring eyes.
We both knew, my current situation was not a healthy one. I needed a safe place. I needed comfort and guidance. I needed to be home.
He took me to the train station when it was time for me to go back. It was storming that morning and the train was over 4 hours late due to a tree falling on the tracks. Even Mother Nature herself didn’t want me to leave.
I arrived at my apartment that evening. Back to overpopulated apartment buildings, stray dogs, the homeless. Back to the area of divergence.
Within a week, me and my furbabies were back home. Back to Hill Country. Back in the arms of my best friend. My soulmate.
The only thing I need to worry about now are stickers and rattlesnakes.
With Hugs and Hope