We just got back from a week in Virginia’s Shenandoah National Park.
It was a lovely time. We camped and hiked, spent all day outside and all evening around the campfire with friends and family. We hit the pause button on daily life and refilled our hoppers with some much-needed time in the outdoors.
While out hiking one day, Brian looked at me and said, “I feel like myself again.” And somewhere deep inside of me, something shifted. For the last year we’ve been scanning the horizon like a lighthouse beacon, searching for what comes next and now, suddenly, it seems so clear. (I’ll tell you once we gather our bearings and fully formulate The Plan).
There’s a lesson in all of this. It has something to do with watching the sunset and counting the stars; Of lying awake in the silent stillness past 3 a.m., gathering the courage to be bold again. Brian tells me, “There are no straight lines in nature, we’ll get there.” But here’s what hit me as I lay in our tent one night:
The moon never waivers in her rising, so why should I?