Number 43 on my list of 46 things to do before I die: Kiss someone through a kissing gate.
I remember years ago I was in the city of Bath, England. I went for a walk and ended up in this glorious field that overlooked the whole countryside- there were little trails through the long grass and wildflowers sprinkled all over the hill. I sat there in the grass watching the sun go down, the sky streaked with pink and orange. After a while a young man walked by and sat down, starting to talk to me. He was a writer and was travelling from out of town and liked the breathing space of these quiet places. We talked for a long time and then got up to go, winding our way to the edge of the field which was fenced in with one lone gate.
It was a kissing gate- a gate meant to prevent cyclists and horses from getting through- one end of the fence is forked and the other end fits into it with a swinging gate that necessitates two people being within kissing distance in order to get through at the same time.
The man started to laugh as we were going through and I asked what it was. He had this funny look and he said, "Well, I just find it kind of strange that I am going through a kissing gate with a pretty girl in the middle of a beautiful field." He smiled at me and I smiled back, and then we said goodbye and I walked back to where I was staying and I never saw him again. I never even knew his name, but I'm sure somewhere in this world is a writer who will remember that funny evening when he went through a kissing gate with a very naive 18-year-old Canadian girl.
Moments like that recall a warm sense of nostalgia. I suppose a million and one things in my life could have happened that didn't (sometimes quite fortuitiously)- but the things that did happen have served to make me into the person I am now.
Looking back in perspective I can be grateful that God hasn't answered 90% of my prayers, but at the time it always seems devastating. The lesson learned is to look at the big picture and see beyond the practicalities of today. Faith! That's what it is.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
#43
Posted by Heather Mercer at 9:57 AM
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