but not forever...
preparing our hearts, hands and minds for a sixteen hour journey,
six bundles of joy... big ones and little ones...
to drive through Oregon,
miles of lush forest,
the scent of pine so strong,
we will roll the windows down and breath it in,
and I know one child will exclaim
it smells like Christmas...
past a shimmering blue lake,
filled at the edges with thousands of logs,
and we will make up stories about
dancing on the logs,
not falling into the blue beyond,
except for the one who does,
and she will tell how she swims into the middle of the lake,
and a mermaid appears,
and they dance in the water under the moonlight,
until a boat finds her and brings her back to us,
frantic family waiting,
and she tells us of the mermaid dance,
and she says only her sisters believe her...
We will drive on...
where I will declare that I am home,
though we still have 8 hours to go,
and we will stop at that over crowded gas station,
in the beautiful town with the name which
is made fun of by the townspeople in absurd ways,
and my husband will buy a souvenir glorifying the mocking,
most likely a sticker that says,
I love Weed, CA...
and I will roll my dark green eyes,
and crumple it up,
throw it away,
and it's okay because he just bought it to get a rise out of me,
and I reacted just as he knew I would...
a couple more hours through the beauty of Northern CA,
then cities begin to appear,
and these last 5 hours of the drive
But eventually we pull off the main highway,
we begin our drive westward towards the coast...
until we see green,
and we know the pacific ocean
is just beyond...
and I am home.
I will be silent for a week,
I am not as technologically inclined as some...
my computer cannot travel with me, it has to stay where it is
my cell phone is just that, a phone,
and so I tell you now that
on Monday when I would be counting my gifts with ann,
I will be pulling into the driveway of my childhood home,
pouring out tears upon my
mama, step daddy, sister and brother...
I will be living my counting of gifts.
On Wednesday when I would discuss spiritual disciplines with ann,
I will be holding my baby in the beach sand for the first time,
putting my feet in my ice cold, dirty green, but the one I love, ocean,
showing my children the living, beautiful star fish where we walk below the pier,
breathing in the sea air that is a part of me,
and thanking Him for it all.
Thursday, when I would write some imperfect prose along with emily,
I will be composing with my tears,
prose of joy and sadness,
passing my goodbyes along to friends,
loading up the van again for a drive,
and we will all write poetry
in our memories,
in our emotions...
until next time.
So my friends,
I am off for a week,
my computer will be silent,
but my mind will be oh so loud...