Our vehicle slowly crept up the driveway as if to conceal something
we weren't ready to know. I made my way to her door and opened it, and
out walked a princess in all her glory, an unexplainable radiance some
might say. We slowly made our way around the castle-esque house and
discovered an old rickety tree house, as if composed by little ones
seeking adventure. Maybe, we were the little ones seeking adventure.
This tree house had been waiting our arrival years before we ever
arrived. It had been put in place, just for us. We talked about life
and dreams and of our Creator. Time didn't seem important at all, time
was no where to be found. We took an old dusty trail down to a deep
inlet into the brush where a valiant steed, okay, more like an old
wooden canoe greeted us on our beginning journey.
We took and set this
canoe into the water and away we went down the glassy dirt laden
river...although, we couldn't see to the bottom of this murky body of
water, but we could see each other. We drifted down stream and decided to
turn back...this is where the adventure truly begin.
We were able to
turn the Titanic back around, but getting back up the wasteland called
a river is where we met some frustration. We rowed and rowed....and
rowed and rowed...and then we decided to portage the canoe. To be
honest, this city boy was quite scared of portage, because, he had
never heard of this term before. Yes, he was a greenhorn. But, an
adventurous, valiant one nonetheless ;) )...anyhow, back to the story.
Together, they lifted the canoe and began their trek into the thistle
covered brush. So, let's stop right here and explain something, they
both don't like footwear, so, to add to the adventure, yes, they were
barefoot. So, they decided to try once again to sail the big ship
home, but, alas, to no avail...this happened two to three more times.
Up the river, maybe half an inch then another attempt to portage the
canoe. And then the moment came to leave our old wooden friend, to
abandon him to the wild. And we began our bleeding barefoot trek over
tall grass and barbwires and wild plants.
On our way back to
civilization, an older couple stopped and helped us rescue our poor
orphaned canoe, which was not an easy feat in itself. And not to
mention, they were drunk, or so their breath led you to think so.
Finally, we made it to shore. We made it to where we were meant to be.
We had been waiting for that moment, long before we even met. We met
the shore. We took a small hike up to house and had dinner with two
beings not found in books...they were real genuine people with loving
hearts. We spent moments with them and they shared life with us. Their
lives, their love and of how they met. A fairytale to be sure. The sun
was beckoning us from the back of our minds. Almost as if a child,
taunting us, waiting for us to come and chase it down into night. And
although, we missed the sun itself, we did not miss the effects of its
rays and the moments that followed.
On our way back up from our
rendevous with the sun, she, the beautiful princess was not allowed to
touch the ground, for she was angel, and we know true angels never
truly touch earth. So, she proceeded up the rough mountain with a free
ride. All she had to do--was be. Just enjoy the moment, the
After reaching the summit, a blanket was tossed to
cover the green earth below and a picnic basket and conversation
followed. A conversation that is still going...a conversation, and a
day I hope will not end. A day that is ready to become many days. A
moment ready to transform into many more. The story hasn't ended, like
most fairytales, it has just begun...