Geico has a commercial that shows a driver yelling and honking as a barge filled with men dressed in Continental Army uniforms slowly makes its way horizontally across the road. As the driver continues honking the man we recognize as George Washington turns his head and yells back “We’ve all got someplace to go!” The road sign reads “Valley Forge.”
I think about that on my morning walks, as each of us, all the universe in fact, seems to be in motion towards someplace else. Summer is on its way to fall. Cars like little ants rush in lines towards some important destination, traffic going both north and south, or east and west. Everyone has someplace to go.
Today on my walk I noticed a beetle bug, the kind that we used to call “rolypoly” bugs because they roll up into balls when threatened. I watched one making its way across the sidewalk. No discernible eyes to speak of. Yet it too, in its own mind, had “someplace to go.”
One day after a rain I noticed a snail trail on the sidewalk. The snail had started out leaving the bushes and then slowly, no doubt, made its way in a half arc back to the same hedges it had left, a few feet from where it had begun. When looked at upside down, the snail trail formed a smile…a silvery grin of God, as it were, saying “even snails have someplace to go.”
What is it that informs us, requires of us, movement? The Creator obviously wanted an active, animated landscape, both within and without. No still lifes would do. Even plants, which form the largest living organism on the planet, are in motion, pushing out dirt, pushing away from branches, uncurling and unfurling and then falling back into different forms to begin the journey again.
My sister said she had a dream where our high school best friend, who passed away a year ago, appeared to us at a baseball game. She was happy and dressed all in green. Then suddenly she was lying on a bed with glitter on her face, and began to fade away, until only the glitter remained. As I thought about that, what her dream meant, I remembered the silvery snail trail after the rain.
There is so much we cannot see, and in this life will never know, but everyone of us, indeed, has someplace to go.
And when looked at closely, upside down, may our life trail form a smile.
Live. Breathe. Joy. ~ Laurie Beth