My Traveling Shoes

Done found myself a new pair of travelin' shoes to wear on this leg of my journey. Handmade to fit and suit me just right, supportin' and comfortin' me each step of the way.They are wild and colorful as I chose them to be, they suit my personality.
I've traveled so many miles in shoes that someone else bought for me, plain, poorly fitted, worn, second hand, hand me downs. Ohh, they hurt my feet and took me places that I didn't need to go, places that I didn't want to go. For many years I put them on. I was told it was my duty, but my heart was heavy and my cares so many.
Done found myself a new pair of travelin' shoes to wear on this leg of my journey. Handmade to fit and suit me just right, supportin' and comfortin' me each step of the way.They are wild and colorful as I chose them to be, they suit my personality. I bought these shoes. I own these shoes. They are mine.
by Jeanne leigh...copyrighted...2007


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Sunday, November 21, 2010

Life is Full of Surprises




When I was growing up, my cousin Vicki was almost exactly one year younger then me. She was my closest friend. We were just naturally drawn to one another. We both were looking for an adventure and had big imaginations. We played dolls, climbed trees, were Tarzan and Jane, pretended to speak in other languages, played with marbles, swam, played games and formed clubs. We did all kinds of crazy things. I always enjoyed her company.



When I was 13 my mother left my father and we moved from Tennessee to the upper peninsula of Michigan to live with my grandmother. Vicki had lived across the street from me for a few years. I did not see her again until I was 16 years old. The relationship between my Grandmother, my mother and I was not good and was worsening daily. At one point I ran away, found by the police and brought back. Eventually, I could not bear it any longer. It was then, I asked if I could live with my father. My father was an alcoholic and married to his second wife. On the weekends he drank a lot and the two of them fought. I spent most of those months with Vicki's family who were very good to me. Vicki and I got into a little mischievousness, nothing serious but we mostly just laughed and had a great time together.


I ended up having to go back to live with my mother because the situation with my Dad was so unstable. I did not see Vicki again until years later at my father’s funeral. I was 23, engaged to be married. My father was shot five times by his fourth wife. It was a terrible thing. I saw Vicki only for a few moments. Condolences were shared and we were able to joke around for a moment remembering some childhood memories. After this we lost contact until last November.


On a whim, I thought I’d put her name in the search engine on Facebook. Four Hundred names came up. YIKES! I did not know her married name, but the first one that came up was from Memphis which is where we grew up, so I tried it. I sent her a message asking if she was my cousin. She wrote back right away. We have been getting to know each other again and telling our journey stories. Vicki is such a beautiful soul. She has a strong faith, loves her family and children and animals. She still has the most wonderful sense of humor. I smile and laugh a lot when we write back and forth. She has reminded me of so many wonderful times in my childhood that I had forgotten about. It is amazing how close we are as if we were never apart.


There is still so much to catch up on and to learn about each other, but I know she is the best friend I have ever had. I love her and respect her with all my heart and look forward to every conversation and visit we will ever have. Life is full of surprises! Some of them are treasures, like this one! Peace. Jeanne