All Paths Lead Home

Current view out our motorhome front window.

It’s Easter Sunday. We’ve settled in at a campground in northeast Texas for the day. It feels odd, or, different a better word, to be away from home on Easter. Not that we partake in the traditions as we did in the past.

Both my husband’s and my siblings have kids and grandchildren of their own and now create their own traditions. Never having kids ourselves, I am in a more peaceful place of acceptance that this is how our life was meant to unfold.

Yet, there is still this twinge of pang that finds me now and then. And I realize at this moment the best word to describe my current state of being is bittersweet.

Until I glace once again out our motorhome window to take in this canopy of trees with a path that leads to who knows where.

This speaks to me of how I now see Easter, which with it comes spring, and a promise of new beginnings and growth. While I don’t know where the path may lead as life continues forward, I do feel a sense of hope and excitement stirring within, though I can’t quite name what it is exactly about.

This is our fourth year getting away from the last gasps of Wisconsin weather, and our first being gone on Easter. We left February 20th and are slowly making our way back home with an ETA of April 8th.

When we roll into our driveway, once again, we will transition from our nest on wheels, as I fondly call our motorhome, to our nest with no wheels.

When we set out this year, I didn’t put expectations on myself, as I’ve done in the past, about my work. Instead, I opted to allow myself to go with the flow and trusted I’d shift back into my creative vibe when it was time.

Different for me this time around is that I found myself so much more immersed in the experience of being away for relaxation and fun.

Part of this is due to a shift I’ve felt for a time now. As one grows older I guess it’s natural to begin to think about how we are nearing more toward the end of the clock with less time left on this earth.

So, while it feels different to be parked in a campground this holiday, there is also joy, gratefulness, and hope mixed in too. For past paths traveled, the one we are currently on, and the path that will lead us home once again.

Because after all, isn’t this what life is all about?

Take good gentle care…

XO

Barb