It was a wild moment. Not that I had encountered a wild bear or mountain lion during my hike, but wild in the sense that I was reminded of where I was - in the forest - a big, beautiful, quiet, old forest. The kind so quiet, you can hear the trees blow in the wind.
It was getting hotter by the day and freedom was calling. Joan and I had been cooped up in our apartment the last two months, but we were ok with it. We cooked old recipes we knew, played card games, watched Netflix, cooked new recipes we found on the Internet, and had a few “Zoom hangouts” with other friends. The hangouts were cool but they definitely weren’t the same as seeing our friends in person.
It was only 3 months ago that she purchased her Mercedes Sprinter van. By now it was fully retrofitted for the inaugural road trip she had been planning for months. But it was only 1 month ago that everything shut down. She had been itching to go out farther than just her normal weekend hike and actually do something she had only seen so often in her Instagram feed.
Hope drives the world; inspiration drives the heart, and inspiration often begins with empathy. Something has to reach our hearts, our souls, and extend its empathy to us before we can be uplifted to go onward and do something, better.