The geese are back, and man, are they eating well. I like to start my mornings with a robust walk, and it’s turned into an exercise in agility, dodging all the goose poop along the route. But it’s always a time to clear my head, center my thoughts for the day and have a good conversation with myself. Guess what conclusion I came to today?
I am back! The amazing part – you probably never knew I was gone.
It’s been two weeks since we returned from our three month venture to Arizona which included a 14 day swing through seven states on the way home. Once the laundry was done, the mail sorted, and the suitcases tucked back into the storage area for a while, I couldn’t find a lick of ambition. None. Anywhere. I was in a post-vacation funk, with little interest in anything.
Has that ever happened to you? I’ll confess, this isn’t the first time, but the funk lasted two weeks. Oh sure, I still showered and washed my hair, and still got out and did my walk. But the lure of the deck and the nice warm weather we had upon our return beckoned me to sit outside and read. And that’s all I wanted to do. And I loved it.
Last week, I returned to work, which was good. Then I planted my garden, and had a short bike ride – both great. But it wasn’t until this morning when I finally told myself, “That’s it, get over it, time to move on.” For the first time, I really feel back to my old self. Anyway… enough of that.
The trip was another introspective experience for me. I saw a cowboy on his horse herding cattle in Wyoming, an elderly Native American woman sweeping the entry of her adobe dwelling in northern Arizona, and three young African American men strolling through the campus of Tuskegee Institute on a Saturday morning, and I came away wondering, how can our government possibly meet the needs of its electorate?
Travel helps me become more empathetic toward people from all backgrounds and in all circumstances. From the urban mother of three who lives in public housing with no safe green space for her children, to rural ranchers whose backyard is thousands of acres. It helps me consider the complexities of immigration when I see the immigrant laborers picking my fruits and vegetables. It challenges my views on issues like natural resources preservation, and desiring high quality products at a low cost. And it helps me question my own wants and needs against those richer and those poorer.
Our country is a kaleidoscope; it looks different with each turn, but regardless, the view is still beautiful. We are in an exciting time for our country as we move toward the election of a new president in five months, and I’m hopeful the candidates will stop flinging their own brand of goose poop long enough to consider the needs of the American people.
I’m done wandering. I’ll be back next week, and I promise, I won’t be so philosophical.