The Traveller Named Linda
When I was in Vermont this year I went to Burlington during a sunset; one of my favorite past times. This time, instead of going to the crowded places, I went around the Science museum to where this little statue was…
Watching the sunset was this beautiful African American woman who looked completely at peace, a harmonized blending of contentment and the ending of a day. We didn’t say anything for a while and I grabbed some shots of the sun setting over the Lake. I also took her picture.
If you know anything about me, you should know that I’m curious about everyone I see, so I struck up a conversation with her.
I was awed by what I found out. I hope that one day she’ll tell her story, but for now, I’d like to give you a small glimpse of her travels. She started in Texas, going from state to state following the Civil Rights Movement. So she went through most all of the Southern States (ha, how could she not) and from there travelled North, eventually arriving in Boston. Now, Boston was where she thought she’d stop, but she found out that the movement went more North and I think for her it was probably a calling – and perhaps that is why I liked her story so much.
Because I love seeing where things take me, being free enough to let be what will, and to be guided by things that I didn’t plan. And I think for her, this was something she had to do, she was pulled to do, even if she didn’t say it in so many words.
The path she was on led her to Burlington Vermont, to that very spot, on that very night that we met, and I’m glad it did. The thought of someone out there, moved enough to follow a passion or put together pieces of a puzzle, someone who listens to their heart, is such a heartwarming thing for me. And it’s something that I couldn’t help but share with you all.
To Linda – I really hope that you find a way to share your story – and that when you do, you find your way back here to let me know so I can let my circle of family experience what you have done.
Here’s to you! The Traveller.