Sharon's blog: Heart Trip 2

There's something about sunrises and morning moons; they simply touch my soul. In the midst of world chaos, my heart and my soul need that caress. My trip continued for a few more days; when one is searching for balm for the heart, miles don't matter much.

I found what I needed in the silence of early mornings. The sunrise whispered promises and the morning moon seemed to float just long enough to gently wish me good morning.

It was such a little thing really, straight from my childhood. I could almost hear Aunt Bett and Uncle Doc arguing over chicory. Uncle Doc hated to dry it but loved to drink it. Aunt Bett didn't mind drying it and always kept it handy. It's just that she didn't really want to share with a lazy old man who should be drying his own. They werent related, they were only neighbors; one from one side of my family and one from the other.

"Go tell Betty Ann I need summa that chicry," he'd say.

"Here's the chicry, now you tell that lazy ol' man to dry his own," was her reply.

And I was caught in the middle, every single time. I loved it because when I walked in the door with that dried chicory, Uncle Doc pushed a can of sugar candy canes across the table to me. I used it to stir the half cup of chicory he always shared. It's no wonder I love strong coffee with just a hint of sweet.

And isn't chicory's bloom the most beautiful shade of blue? I felt just like it added one more drop to my already full to the brim heart. 

It was only a culvert, a very old one. The road that crossed it looked down on the mountain fed stream. I'd already dangled my fingers in the cold wet water, then I took a closer look at the stones. Someone cut those stones, placed them just so, perfectly arranged to hold the road back and the bridge up. They've been there probably close to a hundred years, patiently doing their job, never failing. I always notice the little things, those things that make a difference by merely doing the same job day after day, year after year. Lasting things, left behind by those who knew the importance of doing the best job they could do, no matter what it was.

And the fence, the steps, weathered only by time;  blending and working well with nature that surrounds them. I like to think we can do that, blending and working well with nature that surrounds us. I like to think that we don't hinder, don't take away, but instead we contribute, we support, and we protect.

Heart trips are good for the soul, and if you look closely and listen carefully, you'll see and hear the bird that you didn't know was there, the one who says 'Thank You' to the rising sun and the morning moon.

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