On this day, two years ago, a memorial service was held for my mother. She left each of her seven children a personal note. These notes were given to each of us by my older brother after the service. I don’t know what Mom wrote to my siblings, but her note to me was one of encouragement and love. I treasure it still! I never realized the depth of spirit that dwelt within my mother!
Today we drove north from Page, Arizona into Utah, visiting again the Navajo National Monument, Monument Valley, and the Valley of the Gods. It was good to re-visit these places that seem to speak to me! Taking new roads (never traveled before) through southeastern Utah, and eventually driving through Cortez and Durango, Colorado, we ended up at the Ute Reservation RV Park in Ignacio (just 15 miles south of Durango). As we drove into the Casino RV Park there was a “No Vacancy” sign, but Roberta, the Park Hostess, whom we met the last time we were here, had just received a cancellation. We were lucky! We had hoped to stay two nights here, but at the moment, all sites are reserved for tomorrow night. Maybe we’ll get lucky again, but I have my doubts.
If there is “no room in the inn” for us here in Ignacio, we will drive on tomorrow—eastward—through southeastern Colorado. Our intention is clear now—we are homeward bound, but as Lao Tzu wrote, “…with no fixed plan.” Walt Whitman in his Song of the Open Road has these lines I’ve joined together to express myself: “You road I enter upon and look around! I believe you are not all that is here; I believe that much unseen is also here…..Be not discouraged—keep on—there are divine things, well envelop’d; I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.” I can attest to that as we continue our own Song of the Open Road.