It's always the approach to the next new thing. Or maybe the approach to my current destination. Train tracks, railroad depots, Mass Pike and other interstates, a lonesome song from past times to remind me not to look back but to try to approach the future God will show me when I get there.
How can I approach something if I don't know where it is? What it is? Isn't it often true that aspects of life approach us first, almost as a tryout to see if we'll respond? Or show any interest? That's not what I had in mind. My fervent prayers asked for a different particular but – ya know – this one feels comfortable and even approaches "just right" for my current needs and situation.
"Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight." I've ridden plenty of kilometers on plenty of Eurail stock, but somehow North American trains carry a greater sense of yearning and nostalgia for me. In the USA I've had at least my share of north shore and south shore of Boston commuter train rides and San Diego Los Angeles Amtrak trips, though I've only read about more major excursions. Latish night driving alongside train tracks north to south in both California and Utah are poignant memories, but more than anything it's the train whistle that tears at my heart and causes tears to cascade down my cheeks.
Where what who do I need to approach today? Is there a person I want to approach? A new activity to approach and discover? A new city? Please Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight. Where. Is. Home?
I think that home, in the moment, is where we are. But being creatures of the present and of eternity, we're called to square the two.
ReplyDelete💖
ReplyDelete❤️
ReplyDeleteOh, I love these travel musings and they do make us wonder about these big questions, don't they?
ReplyDeletemaybe i'm getting tired, but by the end of your post I felt VERY confused, not quite sure what you were asking. Home is where you know you belong. visiting from FMF15
ReplyDelete