I’m glad I own a Jeep.
Winter has hung around a tad bit longer than seems fair up here in the Promised Land, so in a if-you-can’t-beat-’em-join-’em epiphany – with more snow falling and all the students off on a surprise adventure – I grabbed a friend and the Jeep and headed over to Cardigan.
The way up was more rut than road; we slid and shimmied our way to the gate, but such is the state of driving on dirt in northern New Hampshire this time of year.
A chance encounter in the mail room with my friend M was serendipitous. I haven’t had a hiking partner since December, so it was lovely to share all that snow and ice with a kindred spirit.
The low cloud ceiling seemed to magnify rather than diminish range of view; M and I gazed across the endless expanse trying to identify distant peaks and ski slopes by their shapely silhouettes and cardinal points.
Ice caked the fire tower and guy-lines, a frozen remembrance of the holocaust of rain that blew through a few days before.
It would be so easy to grouse about this winter that won’t let go.
It’s snowing. Again.
Instead, M and I discuss children, our own and own-by-proxy, marvel at ice tangles, take a summit selfie just to annoy The Princess, and generally solve all the world’s problems.
It was so much better than grousing.
When we let joy be our continual feast, make our life a prayer, give thanks in the midst of everything (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18) – we are able to see treasure in the what-is rather than fuss over the what-isn’t.
I’m not saying I have this figured out yet.
But today was close.
2 thoughts on “On Climbing Cardigan – April”
Thank you for this message of faith and gratitude, especially during challenging moments. So inspiring.
Thanks, Karen :)…things are going to break open soon, they can’t help but…!