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Journal Three: Diary of the Open Road

Diary of the Open Road

Diary of the Open Road: Day Fourteen

 

Some days stick with you. Even as the seasons change and the years go on. Even as you become far distanced from the people and places that made them significant. 

The memories linger, often dormant for months, years, only to be reawakened by a word, scent, song, place, person, that bring them back to life a re-awaken that place inside your heart they impacted in the first place. 

Today, flying over the second largest canyon in the U.S., i was brought back to the first time I flew in the air. Just last January. It feels like a lifetime ago and yesterday at the same time, but I will never forget the way I felt during those long hours in the air with so much unknown ahead of me. I was filled with a kind of wonder I had not fully experienced in my life up until that point. 

And almost all of these days feel like that. 

Constantly undone by the beauty of creation and inspired by the kindness of people we encounter, the unknown bend in the road ahead of us and places that will forever mark my memory behind us. 

What is this life I'm living?

Last night, I met Jan, Morgan's other cousin who hasn't been around for the first part of our stay in Childress because he is a pilot for Delta and was flying planes from LA to Japan the last couple of weeks. That's a pretty good excuse if you ask me.

I loved hearing his story, how he caught the bug for flying when he wasn't much younger than me and knew he wanted to make a career out of it. He told us of the time he crash landed a plane between two moving vehicles on a highway when he was 20 and talked about the trips he and his family have been able to take with, "Piper", their plane. 

Today, we boarded Piper and flew to Amarillo for lunch at the "Big Texan" with Aunt Junie, Jan's sister. She's 84 and has more life in her than I do! I think she is one of those people you just have to meet yourself to be able to understand what a beautiful, beautiful being she is. We had some good food and shared stories and memories that made my heart so full. Aunt Junie told me she met her boyfriend of 4 years at Walmart, after both of their spouses had past away. She told him if he ever needed someone to talk to, he could call her. And call her he did! He asked her to dinner and the rest is history. "We go to the movies sometimes, feed the ducks at the pond, or just go on long drives around Amarillo and sight-see". My heart is still melting. 

This day has, like the ones before it, left me grateful. For the laughter and conversations and above all, the people who have been sharing this adventure with us. 

Until tomorrow, 

S

 

sarah kierstead