My husband and I celebrated our 21st anniversary this past weekend with a trip to Decorah, a small college town in northeast Iowa. I am truly in my element when hiking in the woods is part of the agenda. The quiet and the solitude, the sounds and smells of the woods, the views from the bluffs, that In The Moment tranquility – well, there’s just nothing like it. And whenever I’m in this special place of mine, I always wonder why I don’t do this more often.

The backroads beckoned. Although the day was overcast, or rather in spite of the grayness that enveloped everything that lay before her, she was determined to find what she was looking for. That nameless something she hoped would jar loose the fragments of discord tethered to her soul. So she set out with nothing more than a tank full of gas and an assurance all four tires were properly inflated.

As she drove, contemplations of just what it was she was seeking caused an unease, a disquiet. She became aware that her aimless wanderings could not achieve that which she wasn’t quite able to identify.

Eventually, she came to understand that To DO is what really matters. The rest will fall into place. Trusting the process, trusting herself, was all that she really required.

Daily Prompt: Gray