Life is a journey. We know those words are trite and overused but, like many hackneyed phrases, they are also utterly true. Even if we would prefer to pull into a rest area and stop at times, the figurative motor just keeps humming, the wheels circling, and the scenery through the window changing; It’s one of those incredibly exciting, hugely terrifying, utterly wonderful things about being alive.
Recently, our journey took a bit of a detour. We suddenly found ourselves bumping along unsealed roads we didn’t recognise, hanging on for dear life and hoping the vehicle was robust enough to handle the bigger rocks in the road. It took us a while to realise we were still at the wheel at all, and all that was needed was to study the maps, have a quick group hug, and plot a new course.
Two of the main players in helping us regain control of our runaway wagon were our very select group of nearest and dearest who took time to remind us they enjoyed being around us…and Gilmore Girls.
As this week’s Sage, I’m not that keen to point out the parallels between we Homesteaders and the citizens of Stars Hollow as it places me very firmly in the role of Emily which I heartily protest. That aside, similarities in general are hard to argue and the most heartening and soul-reviving of all, for us, was the way these fictitious folk make mistakes/suffer bad luck/choose the wrong road, stumble around a bit, but then pick themselves up and move on – a bit bruised, a bit tender, but also a lot wiser.
So, it seemed fitting to look to Lorelai for this weeks Sage Words. The journey is fun again. The roads smooth, the tyres are humming, we’re all here, and we’re laughing. In fact, we’re almost there while being absolutely nowhere near it,
and we’re eating creme brulee.