Innerdialects

🌿An extraordinary road trip: One time stands out: the road to Kaup beach and back.

This beach is a romantic stretch alright, but more so because here my Dad first met Ma. She was all of 11, he was 17.. Long story around the black and white lighthouse : (see coastline in our Speedboat).

(Oh the visit to that Light house cottage with its green faded trellis & bougainvillea❣️).

🌿Why felt loved ? We were here on a goodwill gesture of a neighbor who saw me with Yona our precious son, born blind and combating post-seizure- drugs- side-effects. Today Yon is almost 70% out of aggression. Doc warned he mayn’t get emotions back. Then he asked us to start all over again, but as tough parents.

Neighbor Raksh offered us their beach side home for a break, he said. I’ve not enough words to tell you how good that turned out. Raksh and his lovely wife barely knew us, then they give us this brass key and say, “Go have a nice time!”

We did.

That Trip more than just broke us out of the boxes we were slowly slotting ourselves into. Words fail to describe what coping with multiple disabilities feels like around people who go into panic if everyone’s not supernormal.

Yona yelled at the sea for slapping him in his tummy,” How dare you?!” He shouted at the waves. I’m telling you we’d not laughed that hard in a while.

So we’re out in this trip, still stunned at Raksh and wife’s sweetness. They barely knew us. We could’ve messed their nice house. Of course we didnt. We were gagging at every piece of beautiful sky as we got back too, every blade of shiny grass in that Kudremukh mountain route …back home to Bangalore.

But more than the view out there, we got a closer look at each other. As a family. As neighbors. As human beings. As an Earth that is still so breathtaking beautiful.

Thank you WordPress for these Prompts that rode in together. I picked one off Dashboard, forgot I did that, and selected one from here. Fascinated that they rang the same bell.

Yes Love happens in the most stunning ways, in route up and down mountains. Am stuttering grateful for the Reminder of Human Kindness, wherever our journeys take us. No matter the odds.

Thank you Raksh & Aki. Thank You God for even allowing challenges: they soften me. They make me value deeply, the kindness we see in the eyes of genuine humans.

I’m beginning to value the journey as well as the Destinations we’re headed for. Wish could write more here, but am stumped for words. The view is fabulous, just looking back over the miles we’ve all done. I mean not just my family, but the whole buzzing lot of us, tilted little degrees North, South, East, West – dearest Lord God, as I post this, we’re all factually tripping space, held here by Love, True Love That holds on and will not let go.

I’ve wondered why anyone has to face a challenge that will not just shut up and leave. Then someone arrives with a genuine smile, or a bird cheeps in; a ray of light warms a chill toe, son gives you a hug, and a balance deep within is restored ….

not just “this too will pass”, but ” while its here, lean on the One that brought us this far.”

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