It’s a long trip alone over sand and stone
That lie along the road that we all must travel down
So maybe you could walk with me a while
And maybe I could rest beneath your smile
Everybody stumbles sometimes and needs a hand to hold
‘Cause it’s a long trip alone
Maybe I could feel you right beside me ’til I’m home
‘Cause it’s a long trip alone
~~Long Trip Alone, Dierks Bentley
End of the line
“We meet no ordinary people in our lives.”
— C.S. Lewis
People come into our lives for a reason.
It could be the silent grocery store clerk who smiles every time you stop in or a taxi cab driver that shares his/her life story during a long ride to the airport. Maybe it’s the person you locked eyes with while at an event neither of you were thrilled about, the girl you became best friends with by accident or the person who is now your spouse just because you happened to be walking the same direction to get coffee.
Hubby (BD) has spent a lot of time looking through the Life is a Highway posts and reading all of the comments. One night he asked, “Don’t you ever get tired of the love fest you got going on?” I said, “Nope! Connecting with other people is the best part.”
It’s with that community spirit in mind that I’m handing the rest of the series over to a few other talented writers whose paths have crossed mine. They volunteered to share their life’s journey perspective and I’m honored to feature them over the next several weeks. Take a peek at their short bios (shamelessly stolen from their “about” page) and drop some love in the comments or stop by their blogs when the post goes up.
Chad at Coach P’s Perspective:
I am a Christ follower, Husband to a beautiful Wife, and the father of three awesome kiddos! I am also an AdvoCare Independent Distributor, a school teacher, high school wrestling coach, and writing enthusiast. My hope is that this blog will refresh you and speak to your heart. “A generous person will prosper; whoever refreshes others will be refreshed.” Proverbs 11:25
Nicole at Words and Other Things
I made the very loose decision at the age of ten that I wanted to be a writer of some kind. I kept journals, wrote poems about boys (and tumbleweeds) … I use this space to showcase some writing, search for other writers, make some friends, complain a little bit, and discuss some other joys in life.
Beth at Writer B is Me
Since Kindergarten, I’ve been savoring stories like chocolate, dreaming of one day writing a book. But in between writing novels, I need an outlet for all the crazy shiz in mah brain. *Writer B is Me* is that outlet. You’ll find everything here: stories about family; writing; random drivel; author interviews; book promos; poetry….Come skip down the trail with me…it’ll be fun, I promise.
Deanna at My Muted Voice
While growing up, I learned to become a chameleon and blend in wherever and with whomever I was with which lead to so much heartache. I thought I was protecting myself. In reality, I was hiding myself. Then, I found real love, honest and supportive love. I thought I knew myself, but being with my husband has taught me so much about life, love and ME. I have stories to tell. I have perspectives to share and these things can’t be censored even though they aren’t always fun.
Nadia at What Would Nadia Do?
When Nadia is not busy saving the planet, she rescues kittens, basks in sunshine and forwards motivationals to her entire contact list. In between posting cat memes on Facebook, she also enjoys calculating her BMI, learning how to fold fitted sheets on Martha Stewart dot com and having aha moments while clipping her toenails. Welcome to the world of a 27-year-old writer, wife, camembert freak, domestic antichrist and expat in Australia, and the best day of your life.
The last two writers are my blogger besties and have kept me writing when I wanted to stop. They keep me honest and challenge me to be brave. We tweet and e-mail into the wee hours when the insomnia fairies come out to play and they fuel me with copious amounts of sugar and gratuitous pictures of Daryl on a bad day.
They will be collaborating to close out the series toward the end of July. In addition to writing for their own blogs, they curate the masterpieces of words, music and art found in the pages of Words for the Weekend and Words for the Year. They also have mysterious super powers which you can read about on my Playing Favorites page.
Jennie at Daisies from Dust
I’ve got MacGyver like skills in making things out of whatever is on hand. And if you have to Google MacGyver you just made me feel extra old, thanks. In her spare time, Jennie channels Bukowski and teaches her goat, Goatacus, how to ride horses. (Okay, maybe Goatacus teaches her.)
Editor’s note: Jennie completely copped out on her “about” page–go over there and give her some crap! There’s more to this girl than she reveals and I’m completely drawn to her inclusive, generous and kind soul.
Christy from Running on Sober
My name is Christy. Or you can call me RoS. I’ll answer to just about anything, especially if you bribe me with cookies. I am a runner. I am a music, book, quote and movie geek. I have a small zoo; I love all animals. I am a recovering alcoholic. I tend to write about life, death and grief, getting and staying sober, silver linings, running, and mindfulness. While I often keep a sober-centric focus on this blog, I am stretching my writing boundaries and including more of my poetry and creative writing.
Editor’s note: Christy rocks. She has taken care of me and held my hand in more instances than I care to admit. Her brave spirit and beautiful smile are infectious and I feel blessed to have found a friend for life.
When I think about places I’ve been, trails I’ve run and roads I’ve traveled, I always come back to the people who have been there with me–either in person or spirit. It’s rare that I don’t have a face on my mind or memories of a conversation when looking out an airplane window or through the dashboard glass during a long drive.
The beauty of a landscape, a footfall on the terrain or the sunrise over a mountain mean so much more when you have someone special to share it with. Thank you for coming along…it would have been a long trip alone without you
Coach Parks continues the Highway series with a post next Monday.
As for me, I’m looking to lighten up a bit and write some less serious stuff. There’s been too much silliness, clumsy mistakes, and poison ivy rash in awkward places to act all poetic and tortured. My Imperfect Summer is in full swing and you’re welcome to join in the chaos every Wednesday (or Thursday). xo