Nope. I’m not in Tuscany or Provence. I’m not twirling in an open field in the Alps, arms spread wide as I sing “The hills are alive. . .” I’m not surrounded by a sea of color in an open air market. I’m not even watching dolphins frolic in the surf of a blue sea spread before me – even though I could be. I’m in my own backyard.
We travel for the experience. We travel to discover new beauty in places we never imagined it existed. But taking a trip isn’t always feasible. So instead of setting off in the car or jet setting, we settle down in our own backyard and experience it with different eyes – traveler’s eyes. There is as much beauty contained in one branch on my fig tree as a field of lavender across the sea. I just need to choose to open my eyes anew. Seen anything with fresh eyes lately?
“. . . for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content.” Philippians 4:11