over there.........

Have you ever taken a walk on the other side of the tracks, where burdens beat down the path to nowhere?

Have you ever tried to walk in the holy soled shoes of a person who lives over there, in a worn out one room house?

What must it be like to shuffle invisibly down the dirt road with no means to cross over to where abundance flutters a warm breeze?

Stuck walking the same endless circle, around and around, while trying to find the exit........

The way towards a place where a new path is waiting to be tread upon.

Our own journeys offer us a bounty of possibilities and provide opportunities to explore beyond our own selves. Look up beyond and out towards the knee scraped hills dotted by impoverished burdens. Recognize the others who walk with us, or perhaps the ones who are walking over there in the distance........just past the abandoned tracks, where the whistling rumble of progress was silenced into submission. Because if we don't, who will?? These are the ones whom we need to carry until they can find their way once more....or until they can catch their breath and find the energy stored in new dawn hope.

Sometimes a walk is more than just a chance to find the whispers of creativity. Sometimes it is a journey into the wilderness of another's needs. What a difference one stroll over the tracks could be. It matters.

As the days grow shorter, and the night is pulled up into the cold winter sky like a heavy curtain blocking hopeful light, we need to be cognizant of the ones who walk with a limp, the ones who are carrying world weary weight on their shoulders, the ones who live on the other side of the tracks. For we are all at some point in our lives in need of being carried too.


This weeks prompt from Sunday Scribblings is "walk." I was inspired by my recent visit to a small village nearby where I met a young man who literally lives across from the old train station in a one room house along a dirt road. This young man was brought up knowing no other life and most likely will never know what it is to live on the other side of the tracks. Born with cognitive delays, he will always rely on others for his well being. His family live in the area. He will never move into town on his own. Its not in the cards. It simply isn't an option.

During our conversation sitting at his kitchen table with his mom, I asked him what he would like to do when he finished school. He lit up and told me that he wanted to work on the trains. This will never be.......the trains stopped running years ago. There is no work on the trains.....there is no work at all in this village. It has evolved into a one side of the tracks kind of place.

Prosperity took the last train out of town and left everybody in it's wake.

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