I’d always wanted to find where I belonged. I wanted to feel part of a group. I’d joined all sorts of things in the hope of getting that ‘at home’ feeling among others. But it had never worked. I’d dropped out of the Gilbert and Sullivan group because my singing wasn’t up to their standard; I’d only been to a couple of Butterfly Conservation meetings before realising they were all too scientifically minded for me; and so the list grew as time went on.
Now I was hanging back from the rambling group. I had at last discovered what I really wanted to do. I wanted to be on my own; go at my own pace and take my pleasures where I chose. Goodbye group. I’ve found myself.
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Matt couldn't believe his luck. He reluctantly took the job with the CCC, thinking he'd be shipped across the state at best, and now his crew was working in the canyon behind the ranch. He couldn't go check on Ma and the kids, but he could at least watch the smoke rise from the chimney each morning and see Jake ride out to check the cows each morning. Poor kid. First Pa died, now his older brother was gone on the CCC crews.
A shout made him look up. "Hey Matt! Move along, man! came from the crew chief. "We're heading out! You're laying stone along the finished trail today!"
Matt gulped the last of his coffee and dropped the mug in the washing pan. "Coming, Chief!" he called, and headed towards the canyon mouth.
"Don't they have benches around here?" she pleaded to her smirking boyfriend as they passed yet another nameless rock on the path. "Come on, try and enjoy the walk. You never know what you may find if you look close enough." Her boyfriend's ease quickly brought out a smile on her face. After almost tripping twice, she stopped and plopped onto a patch of grass. She stretched out and closed her eyes just to breathe. When she opened them, she saw the most beautiful diamond ring suspended by a ribbon over her eyes. "I told you that something special would happen on this walk today."
The path seemed new when they started out. But now they were wondering if they had mad a bad choice following it. An hour into the walk they had not reached the caverns as the sign had said...it was suppose to bring them right back to the parking lot. The thought of turning around and going back all that way was ruled out..so on they walked in hopes of finding their destination.
I’d always wanted to find where I belonged. I wanted to feel part of a group. I’d joined all sorts of things in the hope of getting that ‘at home’ feeling among others. But it had never worked. I’d dropped out of the Gilbert and Sullivan group because my singing wasn’t up to their standard; I’d only been to a couple of Butterfly Conservation meetings before realising they were all too scientifically minded for me; and so the list grew as time went on.
Now I was hanging back from the rambling group. I had at last discovered what I really wanted to do. I wanted to be on my own; go at my own pace and take my pleasures where I chose. Goodbye group. I’ve found myself.
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