Darting between errands in a relatively small city, one learns the cut-throughs; there’s more than one way to get from point A to point B. At five o’clock I’m certainly prone to taking such a route, especially when on my way to a mega-store.
The light was fading, my tummy wasn’t feeling good, and a long weekend was coming to a close. I didn’t really want to do the shopping that HAD to be done. I wasn’t particularly happy about being one of the motorists out at rush hour. I should have been home making dinner, not buying the goods so I could do so.
Just as I was about to reach the straight stretch on the back road, just pass the interstate intersection, I spied a police car sitting in a drive, facing outward, waiting to catch someone like me — someone who thought they might get somewhere a little faster by out-smarting the rest of the drivers and possibly by disobeying some speed limit laws. I see you, Mr. Officer. Thanks for reminding me to take it easy; it is the law, after all. I’ll get to where I’m going safely if I pay attention and slow down no matter which road I take.
So I make sure I’m going 35mph or less and enjoy this little road. Thinking back to it, I can’t even recall if it has a center line, though I’m sure it does. There are old farmhouses and pastures. Barbed-wire fences with trees and bushes. The trees grow up and over the road, forming what the kids and I call a “canopy road,” our favorite kind.
And there were deer. Two of them. Stopped and staring at me. One was on the road to the right, in my lane, and the other was beside it, just off the road. I’m sure it’s looking at the van and not me, this mama-looking deer who was out with a fellow doe. Going slowly as I was, I slowed almost to a stop and mosied by even slower, making sure they didn’t bolt across the way I was going. “Excuse me,” I said politely, humbly. After all, this is their woods. Without our intrusion and given time, our pavement and concrete and feeble structures would crumble aside. The fauna would continue to grow and the animals to roam. I am but a guest here. Please pardon my arrogant intrusion. Please bless my path.
I realize that in this small stretch of road on which for a few moments I was the only traveller, I went from seeing it as my right to take a shortcut on my all-important mission of saving time and frustration to seeing it as an opportunity and gift to slow down, enjoying what nature offers.
Then, of course, I returned to a busier road, six cars passing before I could turn into the stream. I made it to the fluorescent-lit mega warehouse for the grocery shopping necessary for a family of six. I went home to make dinner and then stay up much of the night with four of us working our way through a stomach virus. The next day, we slept and rested. One of us didn’t get sick (the older son). You just never know.
I am pretty certain about a couple of things, though. There’s a time for everything. There are blessings everywhere.