Shoes On A Rail with a Twist

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In railing against the ebb and flow of modern crazy-busy schedules, sometimes it is time to put our feet up (for those who are able) to sit and ponder. The immediate visual, as this is written, is to look down at our shoes, sneakers, flip-flops, boot et al and imagine them perched nicely upon a rail…deck, fence, porch, or guard rails made of wood, plastic or metal.

If you do not recognize the rail in the picture, it is a railroad track rail, and no, I am not sitting on the tracks waiting for the warning sound of the train’s whistle. It was a precarious balancing act standing on the rail, aiming the camera and holding still long enough not to get a blurry photo.

So why use this rail for today’s epistle (always wanted to use that word)? Why not? Standing in the tracks, looking to the left and right, a new perspective was gained.

Over the long history of these tracks, where had trains come from and to what destination did they travel? Who was impacted not only at departure and arrival stations but also those who rode and worked on the train? What vistas were seen as the trains ran back and forth? What foods were prepared and eaten? What lessons were learned? Were the trains carrying people to new destinations or carrying people away from their past? Who maintains the rails and how often is that done? What happened to the trains that no longer run?

Then it hit me: it’s similar to a mini-life review:

  • Where did you come from?
  • Where are you going?
  • Who has been impacted by your life, actions and behaviors?
  • What life events have you experienced?
  • What sights, smells, feelings, tastes and sounds have you experienced?
  • What lessons have you learned and what have you passed on?
  • What have you eagerly gone and sought out, and when have you “run away” from a situation or place?
  • How do you take care of your mind, body and spirit?
  • And what legacy will you leave?

While quietly observing the train tracks going off in both directions, I found that even these can’t derail me from taking a moment to ponder and reflect…and putting my shoes on a rail.

While quietly observing the train tracks going off in both directions, I found that even these rails can’t derail me from taking a moment to ponder and reflect…