Journey of a Thousand Miles: December 2012

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Lydie in the Laundry

The laundry basket is currently Lydia's favorite place to hang out. She has gotten bored with lying down. In the basket, she doesn't fall over and she doesn't push her toys out of reach. Works well! I'd say she seems quite happy with the set-up!

Lydia has started "dancing" when music is playing or someone is singing. And the head-bobbing thing...Well, does it look dangerous? It gets a little out of control when she's excited. I just don't want her to get whip-lash or anything... :)

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Snow Day

Today the buses were cancelled because of bad roads. The boys stayed at home with Lydia and me. They found some...um....creative ways to play in the snow.
Enjoy:

And here, Evan battles an unseen assailant. Eli gives the commentary:

Lydia and I pulled up a lawn chair and enjoyed the show:

The Annual Christmas Tree Expedition

A free ride

Happy girl

Timberrrrrrr!

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Lao-tzu

July 1, 2008
This journey so far has taken me one thousand and four miles from my hometown, but I’m having trouble putting my finger on the single step that began it all. Was it Monday afternoon at the border when they gave me my official document allowing me to pass? Was it Saturday morning when we started the car and drove out of Goshen in our funny little caravan? Was it in February when we came up to Red Lake for a job interview at the hospital? Was it two Christmases ago being up here with Kendall’s family and all of us rating our desire to live up here? (I can’t say my number on a scale of 1 – 100 was high, but it was the highest of all the in-laws, so I guess I’m the chosen one.) Was it three years ago almost to the day that Kendall first said, “What if we’d move up here?” (I tried to ignore that one for several months, thinking surely it would go away.) Or was it June 10, 2000 when I married Kendall and made some solemn promises before God and all these witnesses? Was it a night before Kendall and I were married when we talked about moving to Red Lake? (It was a far off and romantic possibility at that time.) Or was it living in and visiting different cultures at different times in my life? Could the first step have been when my parents brought me as a baby to this same area for a year of voluntary service? (Kendall wasn’t born yet, but I surely saw his parents as they chatted with mine from time to time.) What about when my dad lived on a nearby reserve for two years before he was married? Or when my mom visited this town with her family as a teenager? Or maybe it had something to do with choices my grandparents made? Or other ancestors farther back?

At any rate, moving into this house where I slept for a few weeks as a baby and where my dad stayed as a teenager, has made me very aware of roots. And how they affect our lives and choices and passions.

I suspect there is no single step that began our move a thousand miles away from Indiana. It seems, rather, to be a coming together of so many different factors. (Not the least of which is marrying a man who has taken this land as a very part of his being. And for all the ways I can tease him and get annoyed at some of his woodsman ways, I really do mean that in a reverent and respectful way.)

So here we are, a thousand miles from nowhere. (Oops…I meant a thousand miles from Goshen.) I know that we safely made the journey here, but mostly our journey is just beginning. And mostly I’m excited.

Journey of a Thousand Miles