I've just returned from a short (in terms of time away) but long (in terms of distance and emotions) road trip. My destination was Nelson, a place we called home for fourteen years. It was a wonderful place to live, and to raise a family. But that story is for another time.
The drive to Nelson might seem to go on forever, but so does the scenery. Unlike the drive to my mom's in Spokane, there isn't a single section of the road that isn't surrounded by beauty. So many times I found myself thinking that I should stop and take a picture for my blog. Nelson itself is spectacular, surrounded by mountains and filled with brightly painted heritage buildings, and there were so many pictures I could have taken while I was there as well. But I just couldn't.
You see, this trip was to visit a very dear friend who is unwell. We had a wonderful time together, and I'm so glad I forced myself to make the epic trip. It isn't always an easy thing for me to drive long distances, but I knew my friend would appreciate having me there, even if it was for such a short time. I also knew it was something I needed to do for myself as well as for her.
So there you have it. I have no pictures and no funny stories to share about my time away. What I do have is an even deeper appreciation of the fact that life is short, and a lot of it is hard. I think that is why I like this picture on my dining room wall so much.
The words might at first seem ludicrous.
Of course we can't always sit around drinking tea and discussing lighthearted things. Life just doesn't work like that. But when we do have the opportunity to take a deep breath, sit down with a friend or a good book or a knitting project or whatever else makes us content and happy, I think we need to remember that doing so is every bit as important as all the other busy things we could be doing instead. It is the very thing I intend to do this afternoon when some friends come up to visit us at our cottage. Life is short, and I want to cherish every single good moment it has to offer.