So I spent the last two days driving, driving, driving, and then driving some more. More than twenty road hours and over one thousand miles from my home outside of Kansas City, Missouri to West Virginia. Way too many 18-wheelers and fast food signs and bugs on the windshield and bottles of water and rest stops to count.
As much as I seem to be complaining, you may wonder why I would subject myself (and you!) to such a lengthy drive. There’s an easy answer. The inaugural Leaning Into Loss retreat is being held here at Priest Field Pastoral Center this first weekend in November (the photo below is theirs) … plus my dad turns 90 later in the month and he’s down in North Carolina.
Thursday morning as I was driving through southeastern Ohio into southwestern Pennsylvania, I realized I hadn’t even known how very much I missed that scenery. Those sweeping farm vistas, those beautiful fall colors, those amazing river gorges, those old towns along the turnpike … it was like seeing friends I’d forgotten existed.
With the exception of the past six years, I spent all of my adult life near those views. I regularly drove those roads … often with family members or friends, sometimes alone. I didn’t know how much I missed the feel of a car moving my body around those wide sweeping mountain curves until I experienced again. It is good to be here … back in “Almost Heaven, West Virginia” (to quote John Denver).
Funny. I didn’t even know it was a loss … and now it’s not … I am here.
Do you have a story about a loss that you didn’t even know about ’til you recovered it? I’d love to hear about your experience … I’d hate to think I was alone in this discovery.