Life Trails…

Yesterday was a beautiful day…sunny…low 40’s…light breeze…a welcome change from Saturday…when the temps were in the low 30’s…with a strong breeze and spitting snow pellets…in fact…a welcome change from the seemingly endless parade of cloudy days we’ve had of late…

So…I did what I’ve been wanting to do for a while…I went to Sipsey River…now…for those of you who aren’t local…Sipsey is located in the Bankhead Forrest…only about fifteen miles from my home…and is my favorite…escape from the world…

There’s just something about the crispness of the air…the sun shining through the trees…icicles clinging to the rock ledges…and the river…gurgling as it makes its way south…that clears my head…and reminds me of who I am…

I’ve been going there since I was a small child…when our Bible School picnics would often take place there…or our family went for a Saturday afternoon outing…it seems that I would know the trail by heart by now…and…I do…I know when the trail is going to turn…when I get to climb over rocks or maneuver under rock shelves…I know where the two bridges are…when the pavilion is coming up…and…yet…it’s always a totally new experience…trees have fallen…changing the route just a bit…adding a bit of challenge here and there…but…somehow…I always manage to get over…get around…get to where I want to go…

Bertha…says it’s the same with my life…while it may seem that it is the same…that I’ve been down this trail before…that…it’s different this time…albeit familiar…it’s not the same…but…that just like my hike…I will get over…I will get around…I will get to where I want to go…

Interesting…I went there yesterday to sort out a question…and while I didn’t get a clear answer during my hike…I knew I would…and…here it is…where I really wasn’t expecting it…

How nice…

Jane

PS…I didn’t carve my name on my favorite climbing rock…but I was amazed one day…as I scaled up it…to find my name at the top…my sign…that I truly belonged at Sipsey…

All Dressed Up…

I was talking with a friend last night about the size of our…cities…well at least for her…at only 3K…mine is a town…and a small one at that…which brought up memories of going to Birmingham as a child…

With over 200K…Birmingham is definitely the largest city in Alabama…and was quite a trip in the day…

First of all…there wasn’t an interstate…at least not for the whole way…so it took much longer than the 90 minutes it takes me today…but…time in the car wasn’t the main thing…it was the excitement of going to the old downtown area…with its large department stores…complete with escalators and cafeterias…it was a big deal…we wore our Sunday best…

I remember one trip…wearing my Easter dress…and red patent leather shoes…of course there were ruffled socks…no outfit would be complete without them…

Fast forward ten years…I moved to Birmingham for college…well…you can imagine as a college student in the 70’s…I wasn’t in my Sunday best…not even on Sunday…

Then…I stayed there…for several years…and…of course…I didn’t stay dressed to the hilt at all times…I ran to the store without makeup…dressed in whatever I had on…when I needed to…just like I do here…I dressed up when I needed to…just like I do here…

Life really wasn’t much different living there than it is here…not on a daily basis anyway…I got up…went to work…came home…went to bed…then got up and did it all again the next day…

Birmingham…for all its big buildings and traffic…really wasn’t so different…after all…

Bertha…points out that is same in my life…I used to think that some…dreams…that I had…would make my life be so different…when I had that job…that relationship…that bestselling book…that speaking engagement…I’d be a different person…I’d be in my metaphoric Easter dress…

When…in reality…I’ve accomplished those things…each and every one of them…and…I still run to the store without makeup when I need to…circumstances…didn’t really change the person that I am…

And…I kind of like it that way…

Jane