Traveling The Back Roads Of This Country

“Try to be one of those on whom nothing is lost.”― Henry JamesThe Art of Fiction

This morning, I found Henry James’ quote in an article I was reading. His words struck me. I get what he is saying. I’ve written on numerous occasions how I observe things all around me, whether it is the diamond glitter trails of snowflakes, the warm rays of sun puddling on the kitchen floor, or the silky feel of fabric. My observing skills do not end with “things”. I am an avid people watcher, and also enjoy hearing people’s stories. It has been said, everyone has a story…and that is the truth.

 

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My desire to “hit the road” grows each year. I want to road trip. Meet people. See things. Explore. Observe. Make memories. Hear stories. I want to write down my thoughts…and by so doing, make this big wide world seem just a little bit smaller. I want to meet the lady down the block, listen to the elderly vet in town, see the little girl working at the lemonade stand, know the guy who plays his guitar on the corner.

So, here is the deal. I am considering starting another blog. I will still keep this current blog because I love it. I love talking about my Lord, I cannot nor do I wish to ever separate my faith from my day to day life. My relationship with Jesus is part of me and it always will be, and blogging helps me share His love with you, my readers. With that said, I have this dream, desire, to write stories about people I meet. I truly believe it is a “God thing”. Sadly, I think that most of us go through our daily lives in such a rush that we miss out on getting to know each other. It seems like we don’t come together unless there is some sort of tragedy…then we hold a hand, hear a word, wipe a tear. Shouldn’t we touch others lives, share a smile, wave hello, stop and say, “Hi. It is good to see you. What’s up?”….and then wait to hear the answer. Sure it takes time, but isn’t life a series of moments? And don’t we really live when we are reaching out?

 

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I’ve mentioned in previous posts that I am a huge fan of the late Charles Kuralt’s, On The Road. He was a news man that got out of the box and onto the backroads of this great country. For him, no topic was too small, no person too insignificant. Kuralt once said, “There are sights in this country and people in this country to banish any gloom you ever may feel and to fill you instead with wonder.” By noticing the ordinary and celebrating originality, he exalted us all. (On The Road with Charles Kuralt)

I want to take up the torch, and then blog about it. About you. About life. In the cities, in the small towns and all the places in between, because your stories matter…you are interesting. So, tell me your story and don’t leave anything out.

 

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Once I figure out the setting up of a new blog, and get it underway, I will post the new blog site. If you are interested in hearing people’s stories, like I am, then you can join me as we travel the back roads of life, together.

Driving Towards Home

Farmland, Blewbury The footpath crossing flat ...

I am driving towards home. The sun is shining, I have the radio playing and I am singing at the top of my lungs.

I don’t always remember the words, but that doesn’t stop me, because sometimes the song is too good to be kept inside. It bubbles up, threatening to explode, much like a jostled bottle of soda.

My gaze wanders over the great, open expanses of not yet planted cornfields, the sun pours through the windows, warm on my face and arms.

Blue sky, beautiful blue sky, I feel like I could look at it forever.

Horses graze in the lazy afternoon sunshine. A man drives a tractor.

I feel an air of anticipation as I often do at this time of year. Springtime brings with it a newness of life, a time of growth.

What is planted will soon be born. A celebration?

And what does this life hold? And how will my story unfold?

Taking time… precious, glorious time. Appreciating each moment.

I’m in no hurry, enjoying this slow drive on the back roads.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.                         Romans 15:13  NIV

Take Me Home, Country Road…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On days when the wind is howling, and the gray sky is hanging low, my mind drifts…

to long afternoon drives to nowhere in particular.

I think about the back roads and places to explore.

I like the barns, that dot the hill sides, in this place that I now live…

some old and gray from age, others with a fresh coat of paint.

Driving. Snapping pictures.

Winding through the fields, taking time to just enjoy…

thoughts of Spring.

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Take time to enjoy your day, my friends.

 

Everyone Has A Story…

Charles Kuralt, Host from 1979–1994

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My husband gave me the DVD set of the late Charles Kuralt, On The Road series. The series used to air on CBS Sunday. Mr. Kuralt and crew were in an RV, traversing the highways and bi-ways of America. He met people in the big cities and small towns of this country. His key phrase had him wondering what was “up around the bend”. Even though I was a child for most of his years on TV, and don’t really remember watching the series, I am intrigued by his travels, now, as an adult.

One day, I hope to “hit the road” for an extended period of time. Meet people. Write their stories. I long to see America in a way that isn’t shown on the nightly news. There is something to be said for taking time to go down the road less traveled, to sit and listen to stories that  might otherwise never be heard.

I think that is why I love blogging so much…and reading other people’s blogs. I get to meet people in a sense…get to know them. Just like a book can take me to a place I’ve never been…my blog friends show me their lives in parts of the country that I’ve never had opportunity to visit. Yet.