The Journey Home
It was dark when I left last night and far later than I had
intended. I had just visited my daughter at University who I had not seen for 6
weeks and the time had gone on. So at
9.30 I was leaving for a long drive home along roads I did not know and I was
already tired before leaving her. I got
out of the city easily enough far easier than arriving in the morning and was
soon on the road leading to the motorway.
My tiredness was beginning to show and even a strong coffee
could not keep my focus so I asked the angels, the spirits and anyone else
around me to help me get home safely and not get lost. This is a strange world and we have to be
careful what we ask for. Just after
asking for help I realised that I had missed the turn onto the motorway and was
driving towards the next town. At the
next roundabout I saw a sign to a town I knew would take me back to the
motorway and so turned to follow the sign.
It was over 20 miles across country through some of the prettiest
villages in the heart of England
but in the darkness I saw very little as I continued to follow a tortuous route
through the countryside.
Back on the motorway I drove on. I think the concentration of the cross
country roads had wakened me up and the motorway seemed easy then as counties
quickly passed. Then a sign caught my
eye – the motorway in front of me was closed for 4 junctions for repair
work. This couldn’t be happening to me,
surely not but it was. All the vehicles filed obediently away from this major
artery and began to follow diversions once more through pretty villages and
then even around the edge of a city.