i don’t know about you but i’ve traveled many roads. backcountry dirt roads in my small wisconsin hometown, bright city lights of the trendiest downtowns, cobblestone streets through ancient rome, the red light district of amsterdam, and the grass-worn paths of ireland just to name a few. all familiar, all beautiful, all left their mark on me. these many roads symbolize the roads i have taken in life metaphorically as well. some alone. quiet. others bright and fun and wild and chic. and then again contemplative, transformational, exciting, and serene. some roads i have taken with others, but the most profound journeys have been on my own. and though i am blessed to have many incredible people in my life, i sense my spirit yearning for the quietness of the open road. wide open spaces. solitude.
i wonder, where is your spirit calling you right now? maybe it’s calling you to community and the excitement of the city streets. perhaps the quiet serenity of the irish farmlands or the isolation of the old dirt road. for me, this girl is longing for the backcountry roads of her youth. traveling light. getting lost on a dirt road, sitting down criss-cross-applesauce, chin in my hands and nothing by silence. stillness. quiet.
i’ve booked our tickets and we’re headed back there soon. my dad lives out on an old dirt road and my brother does too. i wonder what i’ll find on those backcountry roads when i have time and opportunity to listen to the call of my spirit. i wonder what you might find if you listened to yours too… what road is calling you home?