Lessons from Roads Less Traveled - Amity and Runaway
Written April 2, 2013
Friends and Neighbors.
told bits of this story in my blog some time after the incident
happened, but I think it bears repeating, expanding and offering to a
It was in the middle of a September day in
southwestern Montana. I was making good time on my trek. The highway
had a wide shoulder, the sky was clear, the weather was warm and the
countryside was gorgeous. I took deep breaths, did a few skipping steps
and then slowed to make a couple 360-degree turns and take in the
panorama of nature - divided though it was by an asphalt highway. It
was one of those days when the wonder of IT ALL and my being IN THE
MIDDLE OF IT just hit me. I yelled and hooted, "Yehaaaa! Ain't it
grand! Go God! You do great work."
Would that I could keep that sense and thought all the time.
the past few days, I had been cogitating on my Walk and my friend
Fannie the Flag more than usual. I had had the emblem of One Star
overlaid with a Golden Heart on the Blue Canton of an otherwise
typical-looking American Flag as my logo and traveling companion for
many years. Still, its meaning continued to change and expand a little
here and a little there - maybe as I did.
I had my basic slogan for the 2012 trip:
• One Nation Under God -- God Is Love -- Love One Another
But, I felt I needed an even briefer and less churchy line to share when asked about the Flag and my Walk.
that question, it was easy to come to the One Star standing for UNITY.
"But, what exactly does the Heart signify - in one word?"
It didn't take too very long for the answer to arise. Seek, knock, ask.
had been asking in different ways when I was walking that glorious day
down Highway 287 south of Cameron. Traffic was modest, truck and car.
Rare was it to see a motorcycle except on one weekend a few days past.
Bicycles and pedestrians were next to non-existent.
there in the distance was a bicyclist, a loner coming toward me in my
lane, on my shoulder. For a moment, I thought should I cede the lane or
wait and see what happens?
Well, then, "it is easier for me to navigate than the cycler." So, I began to walk on the gravel as the biker got closer.
too long, we met. The whole encounter lasted but a couple minutes. When
it was over, I thought, "I should have said this, I should have asked
that." Still, I got quite a bit.
My eyes told me, "I am
looking at lone young woman on her bicycle, wearing a colorful scarf
around her headgear and blue gloves that look like they were made for
kitchen work not outdoor endeavors. She also has company of a little
dog in the front wire basket. It all reminds me of Dorothy and Toto in
the Wizard of Oz."
We exchanged greetings. I told her a bit
about my expedition and I got back that my new friend was driving with
her canine companion from Glenwood Springs, Colorado, to Seattle,
Washington. She was going to visit friends, then turn around and return
to Colorado where she worked as a bus driver.
I was more than a
bit surprised to see a lone woman and her dog driving hundreds of miles
on her bicycle across Montana. My own expedition seemed almost tame in
some ways. I said something to that effect.
But, the young woman responded, "Oh, walking is really a much purer sort of thing to do. I admire you."
To top off our short conversation, I took a single photo of the woman and her dog. I also got their names.
The woman is called Amity and her dog is named Runaway.
Almost immediately, I knew what the other half of the new flag slogan would be.
Fannie the Flag and Walkabouts henceforth will carry the title of Amity and Unity.
that I had the presence of mind to share that with Amity, would that I
had gotten her mailing address, would that I had taken more time, etc.
Amity and Unity to you and your world,
Amity Abides (Part 2)