Brushy Peak Regional Preserve
The soft rolling hills flaunt a lush, vibrant green color after the storms. Recent rain saturates the trails with a sticky sort of mud that glues itself to the bottom of your shoe. It accumulates with each step until you're wobbly and teetering on mud high heels. We stop every so often, out of necessity. Find an angled rock, a stick, a thick patch of dry grass to scrape off the inches of mud and continue on. We laugh. It's so ridiculous. The journey is slow-moving and yet so beautiful. At the end, we pound the mud cakes from the bottom of our shoes and they fling into the air like flying mud saucers.
Life is muddy. It's not orderly or neat, no matter how hard we try to make it so. You work for a company for 20 years and get laid off. Your kid starts hysterically screaming in the middle of the plane flight. You get a text from your ex at the same moment you begin a new relationship. You get rear-ended on your first day of vacation.
We all accumulate debris and mud along our journeys. The good news is, we're not alone. We have each other. To trudge along with, to hold up, to balance on when we're scraping off the mud. It's messy and slow and precarious at times. And yet! It's worth it- to explore, to see, to experience life together.
Who can you specifically support this week on their journey? Who needs your help to clean off the excess debris they're carrying so they can get moving along again in life?