It was all worth it. This trip held every emotion, from frustration and despair to joy and love. My husband's childhood home is a place where my perspective of life expands like the sky. These journeys into the farms of western Missouri uncover things about myself that I fail to recognize at home. Travel teaches and stretches my understanding for what is possible. Upon my return, though tired and weak from emotional stress and a marathon drive, I find that I am driven to throw away limiting behaviors and work harder. I am in a season of life where my body is strong and capable, my mind active and seeking. The goals and hopes I have are elusive clouds on the horizon, but my joy is in the daily chores.
April is poetry, but June is a novel...full of afternoon storms and muggy heat. It is the fading of spring blooms but the ripening of squash on the vine. It is a boy and his dad, catching bass in the pond.
|Elliot's first bass!|
It is a live theater performance in the beautiful cultural district of Kansas City. Elliot decided that Shakespeare comedy is "silly, but true." I could tell that he was following the language despite the fast pace, when half way through, he swatted a bug and said "a fly goes before me." HA!
|If you ever travel to Kansas City in the summer, I highly recommend attending the Heart of America Shakespeare festival. It is world class theater!|
June on a Missouri farm is peace.
It is place and time to renew the spirit and to refresh feelings of love for family.