BACK ROADING

Stopping and reveling in nature is one of the greatest gifts that is bestowed upon us as humans.  Flashes of colour in the sky from robin egg blue to angry paint brush strokes of indigo to forest fire orange dancing thru the clouds. When the light is just right and the colours are enhanced just so, your soul can be lit on fire.

Such was my day yesterday.  The sky was so blue and the air was so crisp and fresh that it called to me and I listened.  I jumped into my jeep, turned on my heated seats, rolled the back windows down and open up my sky light. In a moment of impulse, I pulled my hair out of its pony tail, blasted the radio to a retro 80's station and went back roading.

These are my inexplicable moments of joy.  For an instant, I am 19 again with no worries and no concerns and only responsible for myself. I am so crazily happy and I use my car to run wild.  I rock out to some Guns n' Roses and push the feeling of foolishness away somewhere to the crazy depths of my conscience.  My cheeks are pink from the cool air, my eyes are bright and my hair is dancing in the wind. It makes me feel free, but mostly at that moment, I am the poster child of happiness.

I know these roads like the back of my hand.  I hate the highway, it's a race to get to your destination and somewhere along the line you miss the beauty of the trip.

I often pull off here and there and stand and stare. Somedays, it is just swans swimming in lakes created in farmer's fields due to the swelling of the river.  Other times, I crest upon the top of the hill to see families of deer eating in the fields below. Most days, I just pull over and listen to the pounding ocean. The crash on the rocks combined with the cries of the seagulls are like a symphony to my ears.  Nothing beats the freshness of the cool, crisp air of an ocean breeze.

Yup, it is all about the back roads for me.  Long, twisting, uphills, downhills, curves, corners and potholes.  These back roads take me to unbelievable beauty.  Thru mountains and flatlands, rivers, lakes and oceans, I get to see it all, and even if only for a minute, I am exhilarated and thrilled to my inner core.

It's true you know:  blessed are those that stop and smell the roses, for they see things that those who are too busy getting to their destination miss.

Hope your weekend has been restful.

Until Next Time.

Smooches Pooches