Years ago … actually it seems a different century…. I was in my first year of college, a small university between North Louisiana & South Louisiana. The Cane River elegantly flowed through town. I fell in cahoots with another young student who eloquently, and through his actions, emphasized the importance of foolishness and fun. I’ll refer to him as Caleb, a gifted, talented, banjo player who jammed well with other bluegrass musicians. Some of the tunes I remember Caleb playing with fiddlers, string bassists, guitar-men, (and other musicians) were:
- Foggy Mountain Breakdown
- Will The Circle Be Unbroken
- Midnight Train to Memphis
One tune was “Let’s Go Stepping”. Emma Lou Harris sang a tune entitled “I’ll Go Steppin”, which was basically the same as the one I am referring to … but with some different lyrics. What I remember was “Lock the Door, Put Out the Cat, Let’s Go Steppin!” This past weekend, my better half & I “lined up our ducks in a row (an expression)” and finally got away for a three-day weekend. I was reminded of this song with all the excitement of loading up the jeep, confirming reservations for a place up in Manitou Springs, a friend coming to the house to hang out with our dogs and our kiddos (we don’t have any cats). So, here is what happened. We went up to Manitou Springs, stayed in a nice place, had some good food, good coffee, good desert, and saw some beautiful places. ‘Ever heard of the Garden of the Gods? I’ve got me a new journal …. I never buy journals, because notebooks are beautiful things, and cheap. But I’m pushing through a process, right now … And a special journal devoted to these specific dynamics / thoughts happening in the midst of this process seems to be what needs to happen. It’s all about finding that rhythm … getting the tune down, locking the door, put out the cat, the dogs, and go steppin’. See some new places, eat some good food, drink some good coffee, find our true North … Then, that “last day” comes. Often times it comes with a little dread. But not this time. We knew that we wanted to make our last day worthwhile … and we did. But as we were driving homeward, my bride put excellent words to it (even though I’m paraphrasing): “It was so crowded this morning, while you were still sleeping … I went to the coffee shop. The traffic was ridiculous (even in a small little place like Manitou Springs), the noise, the crowdedness … Our waiter last night was a really nice kid, but one of the biggest air-head waiters ever … ” The point is that where we live is where it is the most quiet, where there is the most restoration. We’ve experienced this phenomenon before, but maybe never with so much clarity. When we all came back together, again, we were so glad to see our kiddos. They had a great time, while we were gone, and the dogs didn’t have any complaints, either. It is definitely good to get out and see some sights. And it is definitely good to get back, and sleep in your own bed.