In my last letter home, I stated that I would take a journey across a
land so fair in search of my “home sweet home.” I realized (after
thinking on that for a while) that perhaps you may have questioned such
a statement. After all, how does one find home by
boarding a plane to a destination thousands of miles away from the place
they lay their head to rest each night? A question that I believe
deserves an answer. So, this is my answer.
I am a person that loves home. I find great comfort in the respite
and quiet of the Little Kanawha behind my back door. I soak in the sites
of Calhoun County with much affection and a respect. I love the cold
crispness of her winter and I anticipate her spring. There is nothing
compared to a hot cup of tea in front of a warm fire, beside the people
you hold dear.
Yes, I love home, but instead of building a fire in the hearth,
staying inside, warm and safe . . . I am determined to hear
the voice of adventure. I will build a fire in my heart. (My husband
smiles a crooked smile when I get started on these tangents, but I
believe he too hears the whisper of adventure that awaits us on the
Scripture tells us in John that the good shepherd has come that we
may have life, and have it to the full. I desire to do just that. We
should not be content in living a long life--we should set our goals on
living a life. This is what I will pursue on my journey--an America that
has made dreams come true, a people who have risked, and not settled,
for a second-rate soul.
Now, I know that I am not the first to pursue this dream of America’s
Heart or home fires, but I will search for those that have blazed the
path before me. I search for the trails that lead others to a place they
call “Home.” Perhaps, I will cross the way of a pioneer in desperate
desire for land. I may catch a glimpse of a miner--aching to make it
rich in the “Gold Rush.” I will listen for the gunshots of
cowboys, soldiers or natives racing toward danger. I may see the tears
of the adventures lost, the agony of homes torn down because of the
destruction of progress over decency. I may find heartache or hope.
I do not know where the road will take me, but I do know that it will
be worth the trip. For you--who sit comfortably by the fireside--enjoy
its warmth, but don’t forget to get out there in the cold and look for
adventure. Sure, it may not be safe or comfortable, but most things that
are worth doing aren’t. Find your own adventure. Dare to light the fire
in your own heart and catch the fever for living in “a land so fair.”
I am heading West ... let the adventure begin.