On challenging days or just when I’m feeling less than inspired … my heart wanders.
My heart wanders back to summertime birthdays and aunties who slid paper wrapped coins into cakes to delight us.
My heart wanders to grade school games of kick-the-can and fox and geese.
My heart wanders back to holding on to Grandpa’s massive shoulders as he carried me through the snow to protect my “pretty” shoes.
My heart wanders to frosty mornings when bus driver Elliot called to say the bus wouldn’t start (too cold at -45) and that meant no school for us. Whee!
My heart wanders back to my parents’ date nights and watching Dad hold the door for her, and catching his grin as she sashayed through giggling.
My heart wanders through the smell of wild sage growing on the family farm, the one five generations called home.
My heart wanders to the wind .. and to that dry lonely air that kissed me hello.
My heart wanders back to hockey games and burgers with onions and Vico chocolate milk and Jim Shetterly tying my skates just a wee bit tighter.
My heart wanders.
Where does your heart wander to?