The Journey is the Message
We were late.
We were going to beautiful Victoria in Vancouver Island and we overslept. There was a forecast of sun and I peeked to the window, apprehensive, because we have not seen the sun in days. It was out! And the world was beautiful! At once, I was filled with panic. It might disappear all too soon, as it is wont to do during these cold and dreary winter months (as we found out). Slivers of sunshine are all we get, and I was determined to get my sliver. I woke up everyone and hustled and bustled.
Not too long, we were on our way. I was still anxious. It was two hours to Victoria. Will we make it while the sun was still out?
Suddenly, I was silenced by blinding brilliance. The world opened and I saw before me the most astonishing views as illuminated by the sun.
The journey is the message.
How could we not know?
How could we forget?
I drank it all in, while Barry Manilow sang in the background.
…. Spirits move me… Every time I’m near you… Whirling like a cyclone in my mind…
… Angel of my lifetime… Answers to all answers I can find…
… Let me know the wonder of all of you…
… Lady take me, high upon the hillside… High up where the stallion meets the sun…
… Now and hold on fast… Could this be the magic at last?
Many of us are focused on the destination, what is ahead, the future. While not yet there, it occupies our minds and gnaws at our souls. The anxiety of moving forward. All the while, we are missing the little things. A glistening snow-capped mountain in the distance, a ray of sunshine that showed off the brazen color of a flower, in the skies a bird showing off, diving in mid-air.
All for us.
You just have to look.
Article and photos by Issa. Copyright 2009-2012.
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