I was wondering what I was going to say after I had posted The Last Lecture. It almost felt like the end of blogging for me as I had nothing else to say. Then a friend sent us the most wonderful email and I just have to share it. See? There's still a lot in me...What was I thinking?!So along with the picture by Norman Rockwell and the help of Myles Towne, I can continue on this "train ride".
That was lovely. I think it was the first time I ever heard of "our baggage" in a postive context!
ReplyDeleteI had never thought of "baggage" as making us who we are...But if you open my purse you can tell who I am by what I carry there, imagine what I hold in my "heart." Thank you form encouraging me to think some more, gabrielle.
ReplyDeleteTrains don't run forever . . . they make stops now and then . . . at interesting places. Getting off the train to take in the sights and then getting back on to enjoy the sights of the countryside as the train hurls itself onward toward its next destination. I remember traveling by train as a child and getting my very own sleeper compartment. I was absolutely mad for being rocked to sleep. Then there's train whistles . . . well, that's a whole other subject . . .
ReplyDeleteI rode the train as a child from Rockyford, CO to Littleton with my grandmother when I was about 7. It was a long ride. It was fun, but you know the seats weren't all that comfortable so when we got to Pueblo to pick up passengers, Grandma let us get off and walk around. Made the rest of the trip better. When we were in England, the train was great fun...Maybe because the end of the line led to family. Train stories are great!
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