The Maze Of Adventure
I
remember the days I spent with my grandmother with fond memories. Every summer,
when the school broke up for the holidays, I headed off to live with my gran.
It was not because my mother wanted rid of me, my younger brother stayed at
home, I just chose to be with her.
So,
immediately the school broke up, I packed my little suitcase and my mother took
me to the railway station. In those days
there was always a guard on the train, somebody who made sure everything was
safe. My mother would alert him to my being on the train alone. The journey
lasted about an hour. I then had to make
my way to the bus station and get the bus out to the part of the city where my
gran lived. I then walked from the bus to her house and knew she would be out
at the end of the close (the passageway that led to each house and the stairs
to the houses above in the tenement. A pre- written card was put in the post
box to let my mother know I had arrived.
A real adventure for a young lad of six.
One
of the things I liked best about being with my gran was her sense of adventure.
She encouraged me to do things I would never have been allowed to do at home.
I
overcame so many fears during those holidays. Some nights we visited my grans
friends home. She lived at the top of a
tenement block, five flights of stairs up. We played dominoes together, then at
about nine o’clock, a treat. I was sent to the shop to buy bags of chips, (deep
fried potatoes). Trouble was, this meant coming back up all those stairs in the
dark. I used to whistle tunes loud as I hurried up to the top. My gran used to
laugh. “There is nothing there at night that was not there during the day,” she
said.
My
fear of the dark grew less and less. I was thinking about this as I walked home
last night after meeting and having an ale with my son. He offered to drive me
home, it being dark. I decided to walk. I walked the miles through the forest
in total darkness. I run this path often during the day so I knew it well. How
different it was in the still of the night, when I could see little and only
heard the noise of a bat or an owl. It was a peace that is so different from
any other. I would never have had this pleasure had it not been for my gran who
taught me not to be afraid of things unknown.
We
often put off doing things, prevaricate because of inner fears. We will do it
when we have done other things; and we have a large list of those. So often we
are missing the wonder of moments unknown. We need to grasp the moment as an
adventure.
So, stop waiting… Until your car or home is paid off.
Until you get a new car or home.
Until your kids leave the house.
Until you go back to school.
Until you finish school.
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married.
Until you get a divorce.
Until you have kids.
Until you retire.
Until summer.
Until spring.
Until winter.
Until fall.
Until you die.
There is no better time than right now to have that adventure.
This blog is linked to my other. And the painting above is about the
content of this blog.The Maze Of Adventure
Though I won't be walking home through the forest at night any time soon, I understand your message! Well said....and this maze painting goes very nicely with your words.
ReplyDeleteNeeded tis, Ralph..thanks! Nice painting
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ReplyDeleteOh, Ralph, grandparents are the best! I love your message and your painting.
ReplyDeleteYour painting shows no fear Ralph. I love it! We can always learn from others. Things that attract us or things to avoid. Now is always the right time.
ReplyDeleteExcellent advice, Ralph. I hope one day my grandchildren will think as highly of me as you do your grandmother!
ReplyDeleteOh Ralph, it's a wonderful story. How brave you were as a little tyke! Sounds like your gran was a very wise person.
ReplyDeleteIt made a great reading Ralph, it is so very important on the part of parents to instill values of fearlessness when they are young, it is carried for the rest of their lives..the painting is free of constraints..bold and free!
ReplyDeleteVery few people can say they are not afraid of the dark, but they are fortunate indeed. I am still one who will lay in bed afraid to put my feet down, lest there is a monster lurking there in the darkness... your gran's words are very wise: there is nothing there in the dark that wasn't there in the day. A follow-up might be that we must remember all the good things that were there in the daylight and remind ourselves that they are still there. Lots of food for thought, at usual. The painting is wonderful! I love the colors and lines all happily working together.
ReplyDeleteAdventures and Not Fears - There is no time like the presence, is there? Good story Ralph.
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