The Spring of Our Lives
It took about three years before I finally mustered enough courage to travel to the US again. Our second son, who lives here with his family, had been inviting (okay, urging) Tony and me to come and visit.
This was where Tony and I met (in his words: where it all began), and my past advertising job required me to travel endlessly to many parts of the world and the US. Traveling had been exciting then—new people, places, and feelings.
But since I took up writing after retirement, the body has picked up enough physical maladies that make one retreat to the comforts of home—particularly my spot in the computer room which is my daily window to all the new places and new inventions that invade our digitally-wired planet; particularly a home church brimming with praying friends.
Tony, however, loves traveling, despite some serious health problems last year (including a bad right knee that suddenly assaulted him two weeks before our scheduled flight). So I caved in and agreed to a month of travel that spans the west and east.
It happens to be spring in America!
Like a new beginning, it’s the season for new leaves sprouting after a long, cold winter (but not of discontent) of our lives.
We are actually seeing old things in new ways. And new things in newer ways.
We are re-learning that children of Filipinos are different from their American counterparts. They still possess our beautiful values, despite growing up or being born here.
We are re-learning that there is a great chasm between the rich and not-so-rich (Republicans vs Democrats), and how they view welfare and the Obama care.
We are re-learning that among our circle of friends and relatives, there is as much love that goes around as what we find at home.
We are re-learning that America is a land of plenty (in everything that money can buy) and opportunity, and that our homeland has many more years, way beyond my lifetime, to be in the same league.
We are re-learning that citizenship in a country, other than your own, is not a guarantee that you love that adopted country more.
We are re-learning that Tony and I both so love our country, warts and all, because that is where God put us.
We’ve sprouted new leaves—worth more than the aching knee and scaly skin brought about by an almost-forgotten weather and an almost-alien landscape.
Spring has given us new grace. How much more bounty can traveling give?