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Pilgrimage Statistics

Consecutive Days Riding: 56                            Consecutive Days Blogging: 56

Today’s Mileage:  6                                       Total Trip Mileage: 483

As I ride my bike today I think about my posting from yesterday and the issue of choosing a path that gives life meaning.  Often once we make our choice and begin our journey, we will carry with us mementos to remind us of the purpose for that journey.  A knight might go into battle with a banner of his God fluttering beside him, a soldier may carry a “good luck” charm from his family, and a truck driver may hang a photo of loved ones on his truck cab visor. All of these serve to remind the individual why they are undertaking a particular journey, whether that is for God, country, family, fortune or fame.

A Joyful Son!

After his last visit, my joyful, youngest son left a CD in my car with a selection of his favorite songs. I don’t know if he left it as a reminder for me of his presence and importance in my life.  This week, during my long commute to the university, I often switched from the radio to his CD on the random selection setting, I love a surprise!  Yesterday on the way home a voice I did not recognize sang a song associated with a story of a young girl’s journey to find her way home.  The characters she met on her travels were themselves each lost in their own way.  All found the answers on the journey as they confronted their fears and evil forces.  In the end, the young girl discovered that the choice to return home was always hers to make!

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
and the dreams that you dreamed of
once in a lullaby
somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
and the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops thats where you’ll find me oh
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to, why, oh why can’t I?

Well I see trees of green and
Red roses too,
I’ll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Well I see skies of blue and I see clouds of white
And the brightness of day
I like the dark and I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, “How do you do?”
They’re really saying, I…I love you
I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They’ll learn much more
Than we’ll know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The song served as a reminder about why I do what I do on a daily basis.  I stretch and struggle; I climb and grow every day.  I do it to be there for my sons and the sons and daughters of others who gather in my classroom to take notes of my teachings. I plant seeds for the future, in hopes that “somewhere and sometime over the rainbow” they will help these young people find their path.  It is a reminder that we all need to dream, hold onto possibilities, sometimes against the odds.  It’s a reminder of the joyful love of a youngest son.

The song ends and I smile to myself, the random selector does its job and the car is suddenly filled with a bone rattling beat. A voice appears… “I’m bringing sexy back!”  I shake my head and then bounce to the beat, sure that passing motorists must wonder if I’m having some kind of spastic attack.  It’s just my dance moves, but they are the topic for another blog… or NOT!

Thanks to Israel Kamakawiwo’ole for his rendition of Over the Rainbow and What a Wonderful World. Tomorrow we visit a Native American Spiritual Site!


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