A few years ago, I started taking a different way to work.  Even though it’s not the quickest way for me after dropping off my son at the high school, I still take it every morning .  I start out on winding roads and see glimpses of the sun through the trees. And then I come wide open spaces  and see the sun rising over a hill to the right.As I go around the bend, I see a field of cows with mountains in the background.   And when I come home? If I time it right, I see the sun peeping through the trees ahead of me, and then settling into a vast field to my left as I enter my road, the last little stretch before I reach home.

theridehome3This afternoon, the sun was so bright it was hard to see.  But what I did see was beautiful. Grays, blues, greens all joined by a warm glow that drenched it all. Short cuts may be good for somethings, but for me?  When I can, I’m taking the long and winding road.  It’s the one that helps me keep perspective. It’s the one that helps me realize it’s not all about the quickest and fastest. It reminds me to breathe. To appreciate.  To take the moment in.  To not rush home to rush to the next thing, but to just kind of be in the minute I’m in. It probably only takes one or two minutes more than the other way, but the visual pay out way more than makes up for a few minutes lost, because there’s a whole lot that can’t be measured that’s gained.

Just a few thoughts on my way home.

Blessings ~

Heather

 

“Cease striving and know that I am God…”

Psalm 46:10