‘A Journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. All plans, safeguards, policing and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us’ John Steinbeck.
New England apples…..
I have just visited dear friends and family in the United States. A trip which has taken me to a new level of love and understanding in my life. A trip that also warrants my writing several posts.
I first visited the States as a young woman in 1966. My first husband and I set sail on the United States Liner from Southampton on January 28th 1966. On February 3rd we sailed under the newly constructed Verrazano Bridge, which connects Brooklyn to Staten Island. We then took a Greyhound Bus to Miami, Florida, where we were picked up by my husband’s Uncle and driven to Key West. The plan was to stay for two years.
A very long story, and twenty eight years later, in 1993 I returned to the UK/Europe. I am currently living just a few short miles from my place of birth in London.
Ipswich, Massachusetts reflections.
Reading Steinbeck’s words at this time of my life, I realise that I have reached the beautiful stage, where the ‘trip is taking me’.
This past spring I had a life long block removed. What it was and how it happened again warrants much more time than afforded in this post, but let it suffice to say, that it has freed me at last to relax, and enjoy wherever the trip of life leads.
This adventure began with a flight to Boston, where I was picked up by family members, and driven to Ipswich, Massachusetts…..a lovely New England town. Interestingly the property where I stayed (and I had been there once before) was purchased by my niece and her husband from a family member of one of my dearest friends in Stonington, Connecticut. Pure coincidence, some might say:)
A wonderful place to dig for clams.
After a blissful few days in Ipswich, I flew to Atlanta, Georgia to spend the week with some of my dearest friends…..they are also family to me. The main event was to be the wedding of Catherine and Kevin – and oh what a wonderful event it was.
I attended the wedding of Catherine’s parents in 1977…..yes, we go back a long way.
When I arrived at the house in Gainesville, Georgia, which sits on one of the large lakes which dot the area, imagine my delight to find that the hummingbirds were still in residence.
The veranda where the hummingbirds visited me every day.
Amazingly they left for their long flight south right after I flew back to the UK.
Along with seeing family, friends and lots of beautiful animals and birds….I also got to paint several watercolour portraits. I will write much more in further blogs during the next couple of weeks.
Meanwhile, wishing everyone peace, love and may the magical hummingbirds be with you.