Johanna (left): The long drive home from Whitehorse always gives me time to think and ponder about things. Heading West, and often driving home in the evening, we drive straight into the sunset, and it often gives us a beautiful show.
I welcomed our long five hour drive home after a busy three days in Whitehorse. Luckily, I was accompanied by my husband this trip in (a rare treat, I often drive without him), and it was nice to have that uninterrupted time together.
As we watched the sunset go down, many things crossed my mind. With no internet, no 3G (although I don't have a smart phone anyways), I was able to sit back, think and rest. My mind went in and out of ideas and thoughts. I thought of my family who are missing their boy oh so much, of friends who are moving on in life exciting ways, best friends who are having birthdays. The slow and steady drive home is a lovely way to catch up with my thoughts.
Sarah (right): Tonight, the sun sets, in a big, metaphoric way. This is the last time I will nod off to sleep with a baby in the house. Tomorrow, when the sun creeps back up across the horizon, my littlest girl will have turned one. She walks, she talks, she waves and claps. She eats with us at the table, and carries a sippy cup wherever she goes. She still nurses with me a few times a day, and you better believe I'm holding on to that until she decides we're done. No rush. Because that's it. Sun set. The baby days are memories past and the dawn of a new journey begins. In the quiet darkness tonight, between sunset and sunrise, I will be revelling in the in-between. I will bake a birthday cake, I will sing to myself, I will meditate on this exact moment and feel it. The fleeting darkness is finite, and chase it as I may, tomorrow is coming.
Due to my total lack of organization, this post is a wee bit late. Sarah's post was written on the eve of Summer's birthday (July 26th). Sorry.
The well-known poem by Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken ends, "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."Two women, who became friends via the magic of the Internet, were both living life on roads less traveled by. Circumstance had them both live in Whitehorse for a short time, where they became best friends. Life's map has them currently in differing geographic locations, but their connection and camaraderie continue as they continue on paths of motherhood, friendship, creativity and discovery. The Two Roads Project is our effort to reconnect with each other and our inner artists on a weekly basis, each Friday. (Or thereabouts. We don't always know which day of the week it is).
Sarah writes here.