The world is in a bit of disarray folks. Perhaps it always has been this bad. Maybe it just finally figured out how to get all of our attention at the same time with this world wide wandering germ that has so many of us fearfully masked and set apart. Injustice and unrest and political mayhem abound. It’s messy out there. And while the only living creatures that seem to be thriving are the rich and the ticks it’s easy to lose sight of what matters most. To set aside the novel wonders of really living and stay tucked away at home instead. Eyes wide shut. Playing it safe, rather than well.
By mid July we have usually tread upon a dirt path at least a few times. But when life as we all knew it came to sudden and sullen stop, the trails got crowded. Then they got shut down. And then even once time had passed and things began to open up again we hesitated to venture out. To be honest, I think we were just a tiny bit paralyzed by the chaos and uncertainty of the world swirling around us. And pretty much appalled by this newly masked world of ours and the rampant tick rumors abounding. Packing up and playing in the mountains just seem like too much work.
Then suddenly, just when I thought our wandering ways may be lost for the summer, there was a new moon. And we’d had enough. So my starry eyed guy pushed us out the door in a last minute effort to breathe deep and capture the night sky in all its glory.
Weekend one nighters are tricky. You have to hit the trail early and hope all of the other wandering souls out there don’t beat you to your ‘sweet spot’. Unfortunately, after a long and lovely night with good friends, we rose two hours past our estimated time of departure – throwing ourselves and our gear into the Yoda at just about the same time we had hoped to be hitting our destined dirt path.
In our out of practice, last minute, late waking frenzy we forgot our coffee, our Northwest Forest Pass, bug spray and my handy dandy measuring cup. But, I’m learning that it’s not the things we forget that define us. It’s the things we remember.
Most of the time we don’t get to choose how the world spins around us. But, we always get to choose how we live in the midst of its whirling worries. Up there in the fresh mountain air with a heavenly night sky spilling forth above us and the one I love settled in so contently beside me I was reminded of how easy it is to fall out of sync with who we are and who we want to be. And how badly the best parts of me want to rise above the madness. Even in an imperfect world we all have the glorious gift to chose love and goodness and grace. And to have hope. A hope for something bigger and better than our small selves. I don’t care to be fearless. I just want to be brave enough to live my best life, and see the best in others – even when it’s hard.
Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be good. We may have gotten a late start and headed out a tad bit unprepared. There are masks and germs and bugs that bite, and not everyone is nice. But, if you venture out in search of brilliance – you will almost always find what you are looking for.