#19 Two For The Road


Today I would like to share a section from the book I finished reading on New Year's Day. It also reminds me of the Earth Children series written by Jean M. Auel set circa 30,000 years before present, in particular the relationship between Jondalar and Ayla. Have you read the six books in the series? I'm now on book four, The Plains of Passage, which shares the same feel as my reading of the epilogue in The Many Loves of Marriages by the late Thomas Kinkade.

EPILOGUE: Two for the Road

[...], they have no idea at all where their path will lead. They have a vague notion that there will be long climbs, beautiful vistas, deep canyons, long desert stretches, and swift rivers. Although bright sunlight will occasionally warm their shoulders, they also sense (however dimly) that rain will follow, the wind will blow, and snow may cover the trail.

At the same time, they can also appreciate the fact that each of them will change on this journey - as surely as the terrain transforms beneath their feet. Dark nights, heavy loads, long winds, and the heat of the day have a way of shaping a man or woman's soul. They will begin to see things through new eyes. They will find a pace that suits them both. They will adjust to weakness - whether of bone and sinew, or of the heart. They will develop attitudes and attributes significantly different from the way they viewed things at the trailhead.

But as the miles fall behind and the months and years slip by, they will continue to walk side by side. Sometimes helping each other across streams and up steep, rocky inclines, they maintain their long journey...into the unknown.

The landscape alters dramatically. Storms rage and pass on. Wildflowers bloom and wither. Seasons pass. Companions on the trail come and go. And the hikers themselves adjust and grow through each experience, each amazing vista, each encounter with hardship and danger.

And they stay together.

Step for step. Day by day. Year after year. Their companionship is a constant as everything else changes. When one stumbles, the other is quick with a helping hand. When one becomes weary, the other shoulders two loads for a few miles. They weather the storms. They take shelter in each other's arms. They experience high country panoramas when life unfolds before them, shining like a rain-washed highway in the morning sun. Nothing, but nothing, drives them apart. Nothing short of death divides their path.

They are husband and wife.

Two against the world.

Two for the road, no matter where that road may lead.

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