This morning I set out on a little journey to spend time with two boisterous cousins, Karen and Lori. The meeting place – countryside GRAND SALINE, TEXAS. Back woods my friends. 🙂 I typed in the address and set out only to find that the ‘The Voice’ of my GPS kept guiding me off main highways onto off the map country roads. Where am I going? I exclaimed every ten minutes. My heart sped up, my hands became clammy and visions of the car breaking down with me stranded inside with no cell phone service and no one to help…AUGH. I’m on the highway to hell!!!
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Finally, I got over myself (which is something I’m finding I have to do often) and relaxed. What am I so worried about? I thought. I don’t have a deadline, I’m by myself with my music, and I know that I’m at least headed in the right direction. My heart settled to it’s normal pace and I began to view my surroundings. The vast acres of pine trees and the breaks of land that held hundreds of specked cows milling about or dozens of sheep packed together chewing the new grass. As I got closer to my destination I passed a big sign that read ‘Roxi Cluck for Judge’…ROXI?? 🙂 I just had to giggle..made me think of Roxi Foxi…I mean only a small town would have Roxi Foxi as judge! lol
The 3 1/2 hour drive became a joy, a gift of sorts. But the greatest gift is reconnecting with family. We haven’t had an opportunity like this to sit and just talk about our lives, our children, their grandchildren and soon to be grandchildren, and EAT EAT EAT! This is life. This is home. Home to me is not a place. Home is gathering with those that know me best and that understand all the craziness of my mind (that is obviously inherited) and to never feel judged.
This is love.
Blessings
Shannon