High Hopes

I got up rather early today and quickly got dressed and headed to the car with my husband and a travel mug of yesterday’s coffee.He is off today from work and had an errand to do in a tiny farming town here in the mid-west.  I love country drives.  We had the windows open and headed down the highway.  Calling the road a highway is a major accomplishment for me.  I’ve been calling the roads here “freeways” – like they do in California where we spent many years.  Yesterday my son asked why I call them that.  I said they are free as opposed to the two major roads in New Jersey that are not free – Toll Roads!  My reasoning made sense to me but he informed me these roads are called highways or some interstates here in the Heartland.  I finally changed my ways.

Driving around we saw many farms and a lot of corn.  It was so relaxing and peaceful.  I began thinking of the mid-west and how this is a land full of hopes and dreams.  So many people have traveled through here over the years on a journey to find their destiny, a journey to fulfill their dreams.  Some stayed and worked the land.  Some packed it up and went back east when they realized their dreams were still back there.  And some moved on, over the Rockies and to the vast state of California or north to Oregon and Washington.  Following their hopes and dreams.  (you can read more of my mid-west adventure in a previous blog – https://wingedprisms.com/2013/04/11/cate-plain-and-tall/

This little drive this morning really helped me.  Sometimes I get bogged down with thoughts of hopelessness and discouragement because things aren’t happening fast enough for me.  It is so easy to be drawn inward and only see what isn’t working.  When we change our environment, get out of the daily routine, we can see a fresh perspective.  A new view.  Ah – just breathe in that fresh air and clear thinking.

Here is a little retro video by the debonaire Frank Sinatra – with lyrics below.

Enjoy!

cate b

Songwriters: WITTER, RICHARD JAMES / BANKS, PAUL ADRIAN / GLADWIN, THOMAS PETER / LEACH, ALAN STEVEN

Writer(s): cahn/van heusenNext time you’re found, with your chin on the ground
There’s a lot to be learned, so look around

Just what makes that little old ant
Think he’ll move that rubber tree plant
Anyone knows an ant, can’t
Move a rubber tree plant

But he’s got high hopes, he’s got high hopes
He’s got high apple pie, in the sky hopes

So any time your gettin’ low
Stead of lettin’ go
Just remember that ant
Oops there goes another rubber tree plant

When troubles call, and your back’s to the wall
There’s a lot to be learned, that wall could fall

Once there was a silly old ram
Thought he’d punch a hole in a dam
No one could make that ram, scram
He kept buttin’ that dam

Cause he had high hopes, he had high hopes
He had high apple pie, in the sky hopes

So any time your feelin’ bad
Stead of feelin’ sad
Just remember that ram
Oops there goes a billion kilowatt dam

 

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6 Replies to “High Hopes”

  1. i sing that song to my grandbabies!! love it!! great story…it make me think about not letting those little things get to me…i must think on that ant more often! lol…

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