notquiteold

Nancy Roman

Cresting

There is a road I take on the way to my mother’s house that has one medium-size hill.

Not a huge omg-will-the-car-even-make-it kind of hill, just a rise that is short but pretty steep. By the way, those runaway truck lanes on hilly highways give me the creeps. Did you wonder how many trucks must have terrible brakes that engineers thought they should make a separate road just for failed-brake trucks?

But anyway, as I climb this little hill on the way to Mom’s house, I reached a point just before the top where all I can see is the nose of my own car. And for that split second, I feel helpless. A sudden queasy flash of panic. I don’t have any idea of what I may encounter on the other side. What if a car has broken down just over the rise? What if there is a child or an animal in the road? Ice?  A crater?

I am driving into a complete slightly terrifying mystery. For three long seconds.

And then I hit the top.

I’ve crested.

And everything is clear.  In fact, there is a lovely view and I can see for miles.

Life is like that.

Oh, not the rising of the crest and seeing that everything is beautiful and safe.

It’s the three seconds of complete and blind ignorance.

Only not three seconds. It lasts your whole life.

Each time you think you’ve crested and that you are about to get the view…  you realize that the hill is just a little steeper and you still can’t see.

That panic sets in – that you don’t know if there is an obstacle in your path on the other side. There are companion-panics too. Will you even have enough power to make it another foot? Will you have the brakes you need if there is a treacherous downhill section on the other side?

How in the world do we live our whole lives not knowing where we are even going?

All we can see if the hood of our own car. Our own reflection.

Life is terrifying and we never quite get a glimpse of safety.

But we do know that under the hood, we probably do have enough power to get there. We may not be able to accelerate but we can keep going.

And despite our worries that our brakes will fail, we also know that we can pull over to the side – turn on our flashers for safety – and get a breath. Let our engine cool down a bit.

On the side of the road.

There’s where a lot of nice stuff happens anyway.  On the side of the road. There are sometimes wildflowers. And an apple tree. A cool brook. There might be a spot for a picnic. Maybe a little dog to pet.

The birds are singing.

Did you know that the birds are singing even when all you can hear is the sound of your own motor straining from your effort?

So when you are ready to resume the endless uphill climb, turn off your flashers and open the windows.

You still won’t be able to see what’s on the road ahead of you, but you may be able to hear the birds.

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16 Comments

  1. Susan Ritchie

    There used to be a field, I can’t remember where it was, but it had only 1 tree on (like your picture) and Mom loved that field. Whenever Daddy thought she might be feeling a little down, he would take her for a ride, and always end up going by that field. It’s the first thing I thought when I was your picture, Thanks for the good memory (both the picture and the words).

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    • Back when I lived in Rocky Hill, there was a huge beautiful willow tree a few blocks from my condo…. I always went out of my way to drive by it. So I understand.

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      • lentenbarry00gmailcom

        hi how are you doing Nancy hope you are doing there

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      • lentenbarry00gmailcom

        hello how are you doing an how is your family doing hope you are doing good

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    • lentenbarry00gmailcom

      hi how are you doing hope you are doing nice to meet you more

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    • lentenbarry00gmailcom

      hello how are you doing nice to meet you an how is your family doing ?

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  2. Great post, good time reflection in my life.

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  3. Life is a never-ending series of crests and valleys. Occasionally there’s a straight section between them, but it never seems to last very long. There’s both trepidation and excitement in cresting those hills and discovering what’s on the other side (and navigating whatever is there).

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  4. Lovely! This reminds of a quote that I heard from a rabbi at a friend’s mom’s funeral. “Life is a dance to a song we cannot hear.”

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    • lentenbarry00gmailcom

      hello Momshieb how are you doing hope you are doing doing an how is your lively family doing there

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  5. You are an inspiration notquiteold. I am banking on your example of how you can teach an old dog new tricks (But not skiing in my case!) Trying to master this blogging. So far I haven’t even managed to include a photograph on the first page, but I am no quitter. Here’s to us all. Certainagewoman.

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  6. That is one of the most beautiful analogies I have ever read. It actually brought a tear (or 9) to my eye. I think your words would be a wonder visual to concentrate on when feeling overwhelmed.

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  7. Beautifully written.

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  8. I love the metaphor. I find that my own moments of “cresting” are the most exhilarating ones.

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  9. Wonderful visual imagery…thank you

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