Blogging our trip has not been as easy as I thought it would! Stopping at campgrounds that cost $11, doesn’t provide access to internet (or hot showers, as Roger sadly learned!). And in Canada, data transfer costs dearly (as Caleb learned when he forgot to turn off his data and his dad got a big bill!). So, we’ve really been pretty isolated from the rest of the world, except for satellite radio (and the sad news from Aurora, CO – our prayers go with them).
But it has been an amazing adventure. I’ve learned so much about my grandchildren and myself, and I know that I am going to need the next 3 weeks to keep working out our relationship. We really are complex beings and getting below the surface to real heart issues take time. I’m glad we have it with them.
We’re on a ferry from Prince Rupert to Juneau where I hope we have internet access and can post this. The trip has been amazing with mountains out every side. God’s grandeur.
But I noticed something interesting — I like the back of the boat more than the front. I think of Rose on the Titanic, flying off the bow, feeling free to create her own future. For me, at this point of my life, the bow is too windy and cold. The back is protected. For me, it’s just as beautiful to look at where I have been and savor those moments.
Life is made of moments, like miles and mountains, we have moved through. It reminds me of a poem I wrote awhile ago. Right now, I’m savoring these moments with my husband, my grandkids and mountains.
Moments
Moments
of fragrance floating
over yellow roses.
Moments
touching the smoothness
of nude sculptures.
Moments
of sheer terror
spinning out of control.
Moments
of quieting hope
when life seems dim.
Moments
of leaving
those we love deeply.
Moments
of unity,
embracing hearts.
Moments
of success
dancing in celebration.
Moments
of shame
brought into light.
Moments
with family
warmed with coco.
Moments
facing illness,
touching the supernatural.
Moments
of missed opportunity,
laced with loss.
Moments
of love
captured in embrace.
Moments around us
chained together
by breath,
forming the essence
of life.
—Maggie Bruehl
