Photo by: Hudson Kelly |
For
me this voice came after my baby sister’s Spring Sing. As I sat in the
audience, listening to her angelic voice sing I was suddenly overcome with the
need to go on a walk. The second the performance was over I grabbed my bag,
told my mom I would meet her at home, and made my way through the streets of my
hometown. As I walked my mind wandered away from me and settled itself in the
land of what ifs, while feet went down streets I hadn’t walked on in years
because of my ability to drive.
When
I reached my street I did not stop, I kept going, knowing that home was not
where I was suppose to be. So I followed my gut until I reached a grassy field
by my house and, because it felt right, I sat down on a bench, withdrew my
portable notebook and pen, and began to write.
Not being able to stop, I poured my heart out
to that little gray notebook with the purple strap. I wrote down my
uncertainties and my fears, my secrets and my epiphanies and I kept writing
until there was nothing left in me and when it was over I laid myself down on a
grassy hill, closed my eyes and dreamed.
As
I meditated in the sun, the world around me started to make sense and I
realized I had to let go. Sometimes over planning your life does not help you
future, but living in the moment and taking that moment to breathe does.
When
I awoke, I found a ladybug crawling on my arm. Staring at her as I basked in
the sun, I felt the little lady’s luck grow inside me until I was rejuvenated.
Picking up my bag, I ran home, grabbed my guitar and returned to my little spot
on the hill of the grassy meadow and began strumming out a tune until a song
came forth. And in that moment, I knew spring, the time of rebirth, had come.
Hudson Kelly x
I love the moments that spring brings- you have captured this one quite well. Alas, would that I could find myself a grassy knoll right this moment!
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DeleteWhat a wonderful sounding walk and a fine retelling of that event. A good walk can be such an inspiration and a time for head cleaning.
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Yes, it was quite magical. Since then I have been walking everyday and learning new things with each step.
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